|The Captain and first mate of the starship Nellie-Bell.|
Favourite genre of music: Oldies, Classical, old cowboy songs
Favourite style of art: Realistic, cartoon, Anime, abstract
Wallpaper of choice: Paint, in multiple colors.
Skin of choice: Mine. I'm kinda used to it.
Personal Quote: I am where I am today. Why I do not know. Somone tell me where I am so I'll know where to go!
3H: The Hat: Part 1 Flyspur stood behind Rover as the big man haggled with the pair of Vensha, who stood tall enough to look down at even Rover.
Flyspur only listened. From what he’d researched, the Vensha hated any sort of interruption during their deal making, which was the reason the rest of the crew had been left on the ship with strict orders not to make contact for at least a week.
The jungle leaves rustled as a blast of wind hit them. This place seemed very windy, even with large trees blocking most of the wind. Flyspur wrapped his tail closer to his body. For a jungle, it sure seemed windy and cold, but some planets had strange seasons.
Another gust of wind lifted Rover’s hat off his head. Rover scrambled for the hat, but it blew out of his reach. He looked between the hat and the pair of Vensha, then his gaze landed on Flyspur. “I’ll keep trading, you get that hat.”