It was two days since the celebration regarding the victory of saving the world and avoiding a entire nuclear holocaust had ended. We can see in a closed closet that there were suits with twenty first century attire among them. We can see two beaten duffle bag beneath the clothes alongside various kind of footwear. Our view swam into the bright scenery that had a balcony, see through windows, a curved television set, and odd unique buildings designed that were tall. Fellis was going through his hair with one hand while his other shirt was draped onto a couch.
Our scene rotated to show that it was the living room connected to the bedroom that had automatic doors. It was daylight outside where we can see a unusual small bird with massive, long skinny wings flying past in a pack flying past a larger bird that was darkly themed compared to the slightly light colored birds. The kitchen, itself, looked remarkably 21st century like. Clean, light gray metal and a advanced refrigerator set alongside the sink. Including the dishwasher, laundry washer, and so on.
"Eric, what are you doing?" Fellis asked, coming into the shared quarters with the man.
"Setting it up to send the poem when federation wifi comes in contact," Eric replied sitting on the edge of the couch.
"Eric," Fellis said, sitting alongside the man. We notice, as they sat side by side, that they were missing their right and left arms. A perfect space with their shoulders had ended at the elbow.
"There is always a chance," Eric said.
"You know he is embarrassed by it, just delete it," Fellis said.
"He has to see it," Eric said.
"He is seeing one of those mental, healing doctors," Fellis said. "let him send it."
"He hates it," Eric said.
"It is none of our business, honey," Fellis said. Eric stood up.
"The doctor told me about what he saw between us," Eric said.
"Hey, just because we don't have strings that determine if our fates are tied doesn't mean that's it," Fellis said reaching his hand over toward the man's shoulder, "and it ain't any of his business."
"All those times we have been in everyone's business. ." Eric said. "and it is our business," he looked up toward the man.
Fellis sighed.
"You are right," Fellis said. "Karma . . is very. . bad when it comes to us," his eyes went over to the direction of the padd then he reached forward and gently took the item. "we get into peoples business for a living, mate," he winked. "let's do it as a couple," he laid the item onto their thighs placed together and nuzzled the man's neck. "let's be nosey roseys."
A smile grew on Eric's face feeling the fine, soft hair to Fellis's hair trickling against his skin.
"All right, honey," Eric said. He kissed the man's forehead and their foreheads touched looking into each other's eyes, and their fingers intermingled together, their three fingers; no pinkie finger or the third finger to the index finger, looping onto their knuckles. Eric guided the man's hand to the button. "the couple that noses together stays together."
Their fingers tapped lightly on the same button.
