Who: Mal and Padme What: smuggler meets another politician When: tonight Where: Complex kitchen warnings: should be none.
To say Mal was restless would have been the understatement of the year. But with a little research and a little more perseverance he was almost confident that the next heist was going to be the perfect crime. He wasn't just any smuggler or run of the mill thief, he had his morals. Sure the ones he had were mostly in the gray thanks to being off the grid so long and other variables that'd come up through his life. But still the point was he had them, and he'd be damned if he fell between the cracks with the common thief. Even in a world like this where demons and psychopaths were the norm. He was always going to be an outsider looking in, he accepted that. What he didn't accept was the lack of sky.
He was getting more and more uncomfortable on the ground as the days went on. People said things were supposed to be easier to handle with time, but Mal was ready to punch whoever decided that was a fair statement. He'd been in Kansas for nearly a year and didn't have land legs. It just wasn't in the cards for Malcolm Reynolds. He was a captain and would always be. Ship or no ship, somehow he would have to find his way into open air. Maybe a pilot. But that would involve working for the government partially, and Mal just wasn't certain he could cave like that.
Simon didn't understand what they'd done. How they'd screwed him and Zoey in the Battle for Serenity. He couldn't have possibly unless he was there it was just sort of one of those things. Had to experience it to understand how much a thing like they witnessed could possibly crush a person. Mal wasn't the kind of guy to open up about feelings either. He'd shoved them so deep down and far off that he wasn't even sure they were still there anymore sometimes. Of course it was a lie, when he read Simon's Christmas letter of wishing for Serenity if the others wanted it, he felt a glimmer of hope. He still had his bauble. The only thing he wanted in the world was Serenity again. And for once the odds weren't terrible in his favor.
Mal couldn't sit up in his room anymore. He escaped the confines and fled down to the kitchen in hopes for a distraction from his own downward spiraling thoughts. Rustling through the cabinets, he pulled out a jar of soup and raised an eyebrow. "I almost miss protein bars...How in the gorram hell.."He grumbled at the item, his voice trailing off as he started to figure out how the thing worked twisted the thing a few different ways in attempt to figure out how it opened. Usually he just ate whatever leftovers were already pre-prepared in the refrigerator.