Way back when, he had loved to dance, and danced when he could. By all means, he wasn't good at it, but he was fast, and he enjoyed that. The music choices of the world was limiting, being only music boxes or music he could make on his own. So he collected music boxes. He still had around three of them, and pulled them out sometimes. But nowadays there never was any time. Things had to be done. Boxes had to be moved, ropes cut. Wether he liked it or not, he was needed.
To a degree, anyways.
No one wanted anything to do with a cripple. That was something he had to live with.
"Wake up, Fever. We gots to do cargo today."
From his bed, he sighed. He hated doing the cargo. He always ended up cutting himself on something. He sat up and looked at who was speaking. A white dog like thing stood in the doorway of his bunk. Mutt. A dog like Bad Batter. He "Grinned" at Fever.
"So yea awake? Good. We gotta go, so get up." He said, turning to leave.
"God... Cargo? It's like Eye's trying to work us to death!" The jets roared in his ears, and the ship shook gently. His bunk was the most quiet, and the largest. Eye had made sure of that. But he didn't like feeling special, so he shared his bunk with people he trusted- Blu, Mutt, Shady, Chime. As long as they stayed quite, everything was fine. Hey didn't mind his coughing.
At the moment, all of them where passed out on the floor. Blu's white hair made a halo around her head on the sack of plastic she was using as a pillow. Bedding on the ship was never very comfortable. His was stained with his own blood in places.