Genre: slice of life
Just because he was recuperating in a new place didn’t mean this girl stopped being curious. When he recovered enough to participate in conversations again, the barrage of questions returned.
“What do you do in your free time, mister?” the girl asked.
“Check my defences,” he said without hesitation.
“I meant hobbies, not work.”
He thought about it. “Check my defences.”
She made a face. “Really?”
“Doesn’t hurt to check them more often. They’re supposed to keep me alive.”
“Didn’t stop that,” she said with a look at his midsection, which a few weeks ago had a gaping hole.
“I would be dead without them so they still did their job.”
“But that’s still work,” she complained.
He shrugged. “Staying alive is a full time job.”
Her lips twisted into a displeased pout, either aimed at him or his situation. He saw that pout a lot, even before he got hurt. There were a lot of things he did that she disagreed with.
He looked up at the ceiling and sighed. Fine. She deserved a little more.
“I like watching the sky,” he said, “Space is precious back home, so there isn’t a lot of empty space. If you look up, you’ll only see tiny patches of sky in between the buildings. One reason I accepted the job was because i thought if worked outside, I could see the sky.”
And what a sky it was.
The girl said nothing. He looked down from the ceiling to find her staring out the window. Before he could say anything, her attention snapped back to him.
“I know some good places. I’ll bring you there when you’re better.”
He wasn’t sure if they had the same idea of what would be considered ‘good places’, but with her ability to go places most people couldn’t, there would surely be some great sights.