Who: Cajeiri and Eight When: Right after this What: A tour of the ship Where: Starts in Cajeiri's room and moves on from there Warnings: Bratty alien child
Cajeiri stared at his cuffs in dismay. The lace was in a state. And he had no notion how to deal with it. Staff always did that. He'd been lucky just to get the coat on. And it was wrinkled. And dusty from his trips in the service accesses. His braid was even a bit frayed. He bit his lip. Mani-ma would give him such a smack, meeting a ship-aiji in such disarray. But he had no choice. He couldn't do it by himself. It was just impossible.
He paced the room, waiting. He wasn't sure what else to do.