Mal-Book.

[bad_in_latin]

Mal can draw both his gun and his calligraphy again. The Doc sure knows his trade.

Sitting at the kitchen table after a fun round of blabbing Mal's middle name over the intercom, Mal has his parchments all strewn over the tabletop, the accidental significance of his brushes and his pistol lying on the table side by side not escaping him.

The pen

Comments

[book_moshi]

"Captain." Book pauses. "Duibuqi, am I disturbing you?"

[bad_in_latin]

"No, Shepherd," Mal responds quickly, shuffling away loose papers so as to motion Book to sit down. "I shoulda come talk to you after our most recent...events. Can I help you wit--hey, did you hear me 'bout Shadow?"

[book_moshi]

"I did," Book says with a nod. "It--forced me to come to a decision, I suppose. Am I right in suspecting I could get passage from Shadow to a hub system fairly easily? I've heard the docks there are shi fen hao."

[bad_in_latin]

"Shi a, you hop a cruiser, shouldn't take you more 'n two days to--

"...Why?"