(full view for the details)
"You're not supposed to go commando in these, you know?" Joel said and stretched lazily as he watched Nate put on the white and golden jumpsuit. The ship's intern clock claimed it was morning despite the endless ocean of stars outside the window. The bright blue gas clouds of the Antares Nebula were glowing in the distance.
"I know that, thank you very much, but my knickers fell down the maintenance hatch which someone - whose name shall not be mentioned - leaves open all the time. That thing is a death trap, might I add."
"And that's coming from someone who tackled the tomb of Emperor Krilat'aram without giving it a second thought. I bet your Pharaohs didn't include laser traps in their tombs. Unless they were Osirans, of course."
Nate chuckled amusedly as he pulled up the zipper of his suit. The sight of Joel's naked body, barely concealed by the sheets, made him question the decision to get up. However, breakfast didn't prepare itself and even though he was a space (and sometimes time) travelling treasure hunter (and occasional rogue/space pirate) now there were some things that he simply couldn't go without. His morning tea was one of those. You could get the man out of Britain but you couldn't get Britain out of the man.
"Get me a coffee, will you?" Joel yawned and turned onto his back.
"Yes, coffee. Move it, Brit." the space pirate chuckled.
I'm kind of obsessed with these two
Made as a surprise for JezMiller
- Finally some sci-fi art, yay.