@ElderGod-Icefire
(alright! So let's say that NASA houses their astronauts on campus/base, and Quin is going to be the one kinda in charge of Kipa, and training him and showing him around and all?)
(alright! So let's say that NASA houses their astronauts on campus/base, and Quin is going to be the one kinda in charge of Kipa, and training him and showing him around and all?)
(Mhm!)
(perfect!)
Quin sighed faintly, heading towards the waiting room where his newest trainee would be waiting. The tall man was wearing a rather, admittedly, tight t shirt, along with jeans. The shirt had the NASA symbol emblazoned on the front, and the shirt itself was a soft grey. He opened the door, eyes flickering around before landing on a small blonde man. "Hello. You are…Kipa, yes? I'm Joaquin Booker, and I'll be training you. You can call me Quin or Booker, I don't care which."
Kipa nodded. "Okay!" He said, determained. He was prepared for everything that was going to happen. His glasses fell to the bridge of his nose, and he smiled, excitedly. "Sooo- What are we doing first?" He asked.
Kipo seemed to be rather short, but happy and excited. He had always wanted to be an astronaut since he was just a little boy.
I promise, mom. I will make you proud! He thought, smiling happily.
Quin studied him for a moment. The man was tiny, especially in comparison to himself. But he supposed that that didn't matter all that much. "Well, first we need to fetch your luggage and bring it to the dorms." He replied with a faint smile.
Kipa paused. "Ah! Yes! Goodness, I forgot!"
His voice was really, highpitched and had a girly-like accent to it. It sounded like a toddler, but he was more mature than that. Very, mature.
Good job, Kipa.You forgot something already! He thought, embarrassed.
He laughed a little bit. "Don't worry about it. So where's your luggage, then?" He asked, raising his eyebrows questioningly.
Kipa paused, before pointing to the backpack on his back. "Just right here- I figured I didn't need much, after all." He mumbles, giving a warm smile.
He nodded a little bit. "Yeah of course. That should be fine. Follow me." He started walking, humming faintly.
Kipa smiled happily, and followed him, excited. "So- Are you going on the space mission too- or?" He asked, keeping that smile on his soft lips, as he tilted his head.
He smiled a little. "Yeah, probably. I've done a few runs before, but never further than Mars." He replied, leading the shorter man through the hallways and trying to remember if he'd taken his medication this morning.
Kipa gasped. "Wow! Mars? How many stars did you see up there-? And is it true about the storms and how serious they get??"
Joaquin hummed faintly. "Lots of stars. There's less atmosphere to keep them from being visible." He replied. "And yeah, the storms are terrifying."
"Oh my gosh! I wonder how the mission- I think- Planet…X or something like that- Will be… hm…" He was muttering a lot to himself.
He cocked his head faintly. "Finish your sentences, I'm not a mind-reader." He said, not unkindly. "Here's your dorm, by the way, he swung open the door.
Kipa squeaked, shocked.
"I-I– thanks!" He said, his glasses nearly falling off his nose but he caught them.
"And sorry, I mumble things..a-a lot."
He laughed a little. "It's fine. But we're going to have to work on getting you not to mumble things. You need to be able to communicate clearly, in space." He held the door open. "By the way: NASA doesn't care who you're dating, but you can't bring them here unless they have clearance. Do whatever you like off base, but you can't bring people back here, it's a restricted area."
Kipa nodded. "O-okay!" He sputtered aloud, smiling.
He nodded a little. "My dorm is right next door, so if you need anything, let me know." He said.
Kipa nodded, walking into his own dorm and smiling softly. "Thank you." He said, looking up at him.
"You're welcome. Do you want some time to yourself or are you ready for a tour of the rest of the facility?"
"I guess the tour- I don't mind"
(If you wanna timeskip we can-)
(idc, up to you)
He nodded a little, stepping back out the door. "Come on, then."
(aH- I don't mind, so that's why I'm asking you-)
Kipa followed him, excitedly.
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