After Artemis finished swabbing down the deck one evening, he made his way down to the crew's quarters and sank gratefully down upon his bunk. He felt weary to the core. He pulled off his gloves, rubbing his palms together and cracking his knuckles as he did so. He bent and pulled off his boots, and then took off his belt. He pulled his bandanna
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"Don't move," he instructed softly. His ears were flattened in worry.
He leaned down and scooped up the broom, and quicker than Artemis could ask him what the hell he was doing, he slid the bristles right down the side of Artemis' face. The six-eyed bug that had been resting on the taller feline's hair fluttered away angrily, its shining red body glistening in the lamplight. Shin-sin-fa chased it a few feet and squished it against the wall with mighty swing of the broom.
Shin-sin-fa's face screwed up in disgust before it relaxed into a slightly-less wrinkly scowl for Artemis. "You peabrain, I'm not shu sa fen scared o' you, jus' didn't want t ( ... )
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