Sorry for not updating my fics recently! Here goes!
After a six-and-a-half hour flight (interplanetary travel takes a while, ok?) Kine and Nago arrived on Aqua Star. They landed in the space port and, after receiving their luggage from the carousel, headed towards the main area of the building, a large space filled with shops and people. Mine hopped off to The Fish Food Bar to eat, and Nago decided that he would head into Uncle Glunk's Fishy Fry-Up. He entered the fast food joint and hopped to the back of the queue. It wasn't very long so he was soon face-to-face with an old greasy Glunk. "What can I get yer?" asked the anemone, "Wait, yer on if them cats, ain't yer?"
"Umm, yes, I was last time I checked," said Nago.
"We don't gets you lot round 'ere much, yous cats,"
"Well, why's you think that would be?" asked Nago, slightly sarcastically.
"Well, I thinks that yous hates water an' yous are just scared to come to a place which 'as lots of it,"
"Yeah, you see I got on the wrong rocket and-"
"Listen, kid, I didn't ask fer yer life story. Gives me yer order or shove off!"
"Sheesh!" said the feline, slightly off put by the outburst, "I'll have a Blipper Burger with Fishy Fries, and Grape Pep Brew and, err, a Blueberry Muffin, please,"
"Coming' up," replied the green creature, using his stretchy tentacles to reach and prepare the various items of food "There yer go," he said, shoving the packages not Nago's arms, "That's 18 Stars," the cat reached into his wallet and produced a pawful. He placed them on the counter. The Glunk quickly counted them, and nodded. "Next!" he ordered, as Nago walked out and sat on a bench, chewing in his food. Soon, a familiar voice sounded behind him, nearly causing him to choke on his chips (that's fries to all you Americans). "Oi, got any water? I'm beginning to dry up here!" Nagel turned and faced Kine. "Yeah," he said, pulling out a bottle.
"Thanks," he Saud, receiving it, "But I though you hated the stuff."
"Drinking water is allowed," explained the cat, putting a generous dollop of Squishi Sauce in his burger.
"Oh, OK," said the fish, and unscrewed the lid. Without warning, he skashed the contents on himself. "Whew!" he said, "That's a well-needed refreshment."
"Uh, yeah," said the feline, accepting the empty bottle back. "I'm going to see when the next flight to Ripple Star is, or the next back to Pop Star at least."
"I'll come too!" smiled the fish. Nago sighed and trudged over to the nearest desk, with the sunfish hopping along behind.
"Excuse me?" asked Nago to the female Squishi on the other side if the desk. "When is the next flight to Ripple Star?"
She tapped away on her keyboard for a second with her tentacles and read off the screen. "In tomorrow at seven pm," she announced.
"And back to Pop Star?"
Just leaving now," she Saud, pointing out the large glass window, where a rocket was just taking off, "Then the next is in two days," she Saud helpfully.
Nago sadly watched it shrink into a speck. "C'mon," said the ever-cheery Kine, "You've got another day to kill, why not spend it with me at the Underwater Hotel?"
Nago sighed, and padsed off, following the fish as he hopped outside.