[Age Switch - Backdated to 1 July, Saturday]
Mal slept like a rock, which wasn't vexin' in the slightest. Lately he'd been having a time gettin' shut-eye all proper-like, so sleepin' the whole e'enin' through was a gorram relief.
Stirrin', he sits up on his bed n' stretches. Today's goin' t' be a mighty fine day; he's got a feelin'. Mayhap, he thinks, today'll e'en be the day when Serenity finally flies again.
"Mayhap," he murmurs, his voice sounding a little strange t' his ears on 'ccount o' lack o' disuse. All that sleepin'.
He'd fallen asleep in his clothes, so's he don't have t' get dressed. Tuckin' his arms through his braces n' pullin' on his boots, yawnin' n' blinkin' all bleary-eyed awhile, he skedaddles out o' his bunk n' heads for the cargo bay. He don't feel like makin' himself anythin' for breakfast; a meal at the compound seems both easier n' more appetizin'.
Walkin' out the bay door, he rounds Serenity, but stops when he notices a piece o' panelin' stickin' out a bit. Mal stands in front o' it, sun gleamin' off it, n' pushes it back t' the frame.
'n that's when he sees it. His reflection.
Why, he ain't see his face look like this since he were but thirteen or fourteen.
Mal blinks. Wake up.
Reflection still looks like a younger him.
Mal blinks 'gain n' pinches himself on the cheek.
He still sees a youthful reflection.
"Wo de ma."
[Slow time is NOT sad time for Mal!mun. ♥]
Stirrin', he sits up on his bed n' stretches. Today's goin' t' be a mighty fine day; he's got a feelin'. Mayhap, he thinks, today'll e'en be the day when Serenity finally flies again.
"Mayhap," he murmurs, his voice sounding a little strange t' his ears on 'ccount o' lack o' disuse. All that sleepin'.
He'd fallen asleep in his clothes, so's he don't have t' get dressed. Tuckin' his arms through his braces n' pullin' on his boots, yawnin' n' blinkin' all bleary-eyed awhile, he skedaddles out o' his bunk n' heads for the cargo bay. He don't feel like makin' himself anythin' for breakfast; a meal at the compound seems both easier n' more appetizin'.
Walkin' out the bay door, he rounds Serenity, but stops when he notices a piece o' panelin' stickin' out a bit. Mal stands in front o' it, sun gleamin' off it, n' pushes it back t' the frame.
'n that's when he sees it. His reflection.
Why, he ain't see his face look like this since he were but thirteen or fourteen.
Mal blinks. Wake up.
Reflection still looks like a younger him.
Mal blinks 'gain n' pinches himself on the cheek.
He still sees a youthful reflection.
"Wo de ma."
[Slow time is NOT sad time for Mal!mun. ♥]