[Aboard the Enterprise, Sparks was sharpening and cleaning up his gunsword. He really didn't know what else to do to keep his mind from wandering over what was ahead. He didn't want to think too much about it. His moogle, Red, clung to his shoulder, uncharacteristically quiet and worried.
To anyone who comes by, he tries to make idle conversation. But he's never been good with small talk, and his head definitely isn't with it now.]
So, how 'bout that, uh... um... Aw, heck. Never mind.
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To anyone who comes by, he tries to make idle conversation. But he's never been good with small talk, and his head definitely isn't with it now.]
So, how 'bout that, uh... um... Aw, heck. Never mind.