A long silence passed between the two men. Jet was first to break it. "What?"
"Jeez. Can't you take a joke?" mumbled Spike though his cigarette. He turned and walked out of the room. Traces of his smoke lingered after for a moment before being sucked into the ship's ventilation system.
He'd been doing that more and more lately. It was beginning to freak Jet out.
Jet sighed and went to water his bonsai. Maybe by the time he got back there'd be a bountyhead ready waiting for him. Or Spike, naked and glistening, fresh out of the shower.
Spike shook his head violently to dislodge that particular thought. He'd think about...women. Yes. Women. It'd been, let's see...three years now since he'd last been with a woman.
Jet decided not to think about that either. After all, bonsai was an art form, and required one's full concentration.
After a while Spike walked by in a towel, cigarette still dangling from his lips. A bead of water formed at the tip & fell, shattering against the metal floor.
"Were you trying to smoke in the shower?"
"I'm hungry." Spike flicked the damp cigarette into one of the bonsai pots.
"That's not an ashtray!"
"I want bell peppers and beef."
"We don't *have* either of those. You know, even a tiny change in the acidity of the soil can--"
"I'm hungry, Jet." There was a note of desperation in his voice Jet had never heard before.
Silence fell on the Bebop once more, but this time neither of them knew quite what to say.
"Jeez. Can't you take a joke?" mumbled Spike though his cigarette. He turned and walked out of the room. Traces of his smoke lingered after for a moment before being sucked into the ship's ventilation system.
He'd been doing that more and more lately. It was beginning to freak Jet out.
Jet sighed and went to water his bonsai. Maybe by the time he got back there'd be a bountyhead ready waiting for him. Or Spike, naked and glistening, fresh out of the shower.
Spike shook his head violently to dislodge that particular thought. He'd think about...women. Yes. Women. It'd been, let's see...three years now since he'd last been with a woman.
Jet decided not to think about that either. After all, bonsai was an art form, and required one's full concentration.
After a while Spike walked by in a towel, cigarette still dangling from his lips. A bead of water formed at the tip & fell, shattering against the metal floor.
"Were you trying to smoke in the shower?"
"I'm hungry." Spike flicked the damp cigarette into one of the bonsai pots.
"That's not an ashtray!"
"I want bell peppers and beef."
"We don't *have* either of those. You know, even a tiny change in the acidity of the soil can--"
"I'm hungry, Jet." There was a note of desperation in his voice Jet had never heard before.
Silence fell on the Bebop once more, but this time neither of them knew quite what to say.