Thirty Three Rounds Per Minute || Richard (rchardriders) & Peter (yourprincestarlord)

yourprincestarlord:

“If we’re careless. Ship knows what to do.” He hopped off the pilots chair and hesitated again. He wanted to hug Richie again, but he was unsure as to how the gesture would be taken. He didn’t seem to mind in the auction square, but that could be excused as an emotionally charged gesture. He settled for clapping Richie on the shoulder. “C’mon. I bet you’re hungry. Those krutacking bastards didn’t feed you much did they? You’re looking a bit thin.” He started tugging him towards what passed for a common area with a small kitchenette. 

“Yeah they didn’t.” As Richard replied he hear his stomach grumble at the mention of food. He hadn’t realised that he was that hungry, being used to the lack of nutrition over the past few months. They’d probably fed him once or twice, if he was lucky, a day. Without the Nova Force to sustain him, he couldn’t exactly, maintain most of his strength. Of course, they hadn’t wanted him to look to shabby looking when they sold him.

He followed his friend to the kitchenette, and dug through the fridge for something that looked vaguely edible. “So, what have I missed? How’s my parents and brother? Where’s Worldmind?” Richard asked as he stuffed the food into his mouth, barely taking bites before swallowing it.