Mermaids... IN SPACE -- Blue's intro, bis.

Second try at an intro for Blue... Telepathic Blue this time around. Same problems as the first, I can't remember how the hell you describe someone in deep POV like that. He's not going to think "Hmm, my black eyes and defined cheekbones look ravishing today." But he's getting called goddamn BLUE, there should be a way to slip why in the text. *grumbles* If you have suggestions, plz don't hesitate. Same if I made a typo or forgot a grammar rule or something, prettypleasethankyou ♥

Why do I like bitchy grumps so much. XD

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This was shaping up to be a bad day, and it had nothing to do with the fact that he was drifting the wrong way up in the middle of the cargo bay.

Blue's head hurt. It had been hurting when he woke up at the start of his shift -- before that, even, if he trusted the wisps of dream he still remembered. That was nothing extraordinary, though at least it wasn't yet what he would call common. He'd stepped in old, bunched-up overalls, and gone to work on that faulty hydroponics regulator right away, unwilling to brave the kitchen and its comings and goings, its morning greetings and morning grouchiness, and its too-large share of morning people who liked to laugh too loud as they stole your coffee.

( Some of them even touched you. Blue didn't want coffee that badly. )