Currently, you were within the cockpit of the ship, settled down as you'd watch the atmosphere of outer space, the stars stirring by as you'd pass by. You'd decide to head on down into your room, opening the door before being greeted by none other than Shrike ;

" Oi, C'MERE! " He'd urge, wagging his index finger, grinning widely as he sat like he was going to ask to be drawn like one of your French girls. It was, interesting, to say the least.

" I'm feeling ROMANTICAL. " He'd say, brows raising as he spoke, he was trying his best not to burst out laughing at his own weird comment, his smirk not once faltering as he'd pat the spot beside him, kicking his feet up in the air behind himself like a little schoolgirl. He didn't even bother taking his shoes off, well, not that you wanted him to anyways, you just despised the fact he walked along your bed in his smelly ass boots.