Prompt: "Je pense que nous devrions avoir un autre." ("Let's have another.")
Zero placed a hand over his mouth, letting out a slow breath through his nose as he stared at the carnage littering the floor of his room. How Sasha had gotten a hold of a pair of scissors and managed to reach every drawer of his dresser, he had no idea.
He did know that he was going to need to spend a good chunk of cash on some new clothes next time they stopped.
Sasha wasn't fazed by his arrival, scissors continuing to snip into one of his sleep shirts until she'd cut out a wobbly, uneven star. Even so, she smiled proudly at it. It was much better than the last fifty or so she'd cut out.
"Little one," Zero sighed as he picked up a ruined pair of sweat pants from the floor. "Why?"
Her eyes rolled to him as though she'd just noticed him there. "Makin' crafts," she said with a furious nod. To emphasize her point, she held up her newest shape for him. "Hearts and stars and stuff."
"Yes, I can see that." He squatted down to her level. "But why are you cutting up my clothes to do it?"
She looked back down at her work, her eyes growing wide as if she'd just considered the question for the first time. "Because they're soft and got pretty patterns on them," she decided.
"Patterns?" Zero glanced over the clothes littering the floor. Some were red, some gray, some black, but nothing pretty like she might have found in Marina's dresser. Luckily, Sasha had chosen his instead, because she might not have survived ruining Marina's clothes.
Sasha nodded and turned to her pile of cutouts, shuffling through them. "Yeah, your shorts had pretty patterns."
Before Zero could even run through all his shorts in his head – all three pairs – Sasha held up a crooked heart cut from fabric already covered in hearts. She watched curiously as his eyes went wide, his ears turning the color above the brim of his cap. "No," he wheezed.
Before Sasha could ask for clarification, the door slid open to reveal Marina in a similarly horrified state. "Captain, is Sasha-!?" She didn't need to finish her question, spotting the girl looking between her parents in absolute confusion.
"Sasha, no!" Marina was caught halfway between scolding and begging. "Don't cut up people's clothes! We need to wear those! And d-don't leave people's clothes out in the hall. Oh my God."
Zero was caught off guard by the final request, but as soon as he noticed the bra clutched in Marina's hand, it became quite clear. "Oh," he muttered. It was one of her…nicer bras, and he had a feeling she hadn't gotten to it before someone else had spotted it. Her cheeks matched her uniform, and her shoulders were bunched up by her ears.
Sasha began to pout, mostly confused. "Just get more?" she suggested.
"We can't just get more clothes, little one," Zero said. "We have to save up money and pay for them. We pay for your clothes too. Wouldn't you be sad if someone cut up your favorite outfits, so you couldn't wear them anymore?"
"You can still wear them?" It was more of a question than a suggestion, and her frown deepened when Zero shook his head. "Fix them?"
Again, Zero shook his head. "We'll just have to buy more."
"And you'll need to help pay for them," Marina hissed through gritted teeth. Her black lace bra alone would take weeks for Sasha to pay off with chores.
Sasha puffed her cheeks, her eyes down on her collection of cutouts. "Can I finish my crafts?"
"Might as well," Zero shrugged just as Marina snapped, "No." "I mean, no," Zero corrected, standing up to cross his arms in an attempt to look firm.
"Okay," Sasha said. "But can I pick out the new clothes?"
Marina sighed, clutching a hand across her face. "Captain, do something to make her understand she's in trouble."
"Sasha, you're in trouble."
"N…no, Captain. That's not what I meant."
After a quick knock, Unabara joined the group, unable to keep from cracking a smile at the sight of the mess. "Captain, I just thought you might want to know that some of your boxers are out in the hall."
Zero blinked. "What? Wh- How?"
Looking back to Sasha gave him no answers. Instead he had to lunge for the scissors to keep her from taking out a chunk of her hair. "Little one, why are my clothes out there?" he demanded, holding the scissors out of reach.
Back to pouting, she twirled the long strand of hair she'd nearly lopped off around her finger. "I dunno. I didn't put 'em there. They just kinda moved by themselves."
"What?" Marina echoed.
Sasha threw her hands up with an explanatory "woosh" noise. "They just floated away," she said. "Oh, like that." She pointed to the now-floating lamp from Zero's bedside table, surrounded in a sight glow, but as her finger moved, so did it.
"'Don't pick up a random kid from an alien planet' I say. 'She might not be human.'" Marina ranted. "But no. The Captain just has to adopt her. And now my bras float around the ship like they're possessed."
But Zero was absolutely grinning. "Let's get some more kids."
Unabara raised a brow, while Marina turned on him, absolutely fuming. Sasha appeared to be the only one to agree with his idea. "Brothers and sisters!?" she squealed.
"Captain, we are not adopting any more kids," Marina warned.
He was too lost in his own thoughts to properly listen. "Well, we can get human ones if you'd prefer."
"Captain, you are missing the point!"
Unabara just smiled, shaking his head. "I guess I'll go get your underwear for you if you're not going to."
