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[moonwaltzzz]

ch. 1 "good morning, crew!"

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The intercom whined as Hose's voice was carried from it. "Good morning, crew!"

He was far too cheerful for 7:30 in the morning. "We've got a busy day ahead of us, go ahead and get some food, then head to the cockpit!"

Cactus rolled over, rubbing bleariness from his eyes. He swings his legs over the cot's edge and stretches his arm. Cup stands off to the left, a little close to the door. She zips her bag closed, nervously eyeing Cactus.

Cactus just raises an eyebrow, and simply assumes that she was having another nervous episode. He stands, and waits for the old dor to open. It groans as it creaks open, and Cactus slips past it.

He's in the "lobby" (could it even be called that?) where the food vending machines are. He inserts some coins and receives... whatever food it was. He was still too tired to tell.

Cactus takes a bite of it, and was met with the disgusting texture of oatmeal. He sets his spoon down and decides to skip breakfast. Maybe something to drink? He looks around in the cabinets and finds only tea.

Gross.

He stands back up, making his way to the cockpit.

Hose greets him, wrapping an arm around him in an awkward side hug. "Hey!!! Glad you're here, where's Cup?" He's speaking way too fast, Cactus feels dizzy just hearing Hose's voice.

Cup walks in a minute later, and Hose greets her with an enthusiastic hug, she smiles softly. Cactus feels his stomach sink, why did they have to be so lovey-dovey in front of him?

Hose claps his hands together, "Alright! Here's the plan." He plops back into his chair, bringing up a giant image of a half-flooded planet.

"HQ told us to get some samples from here," He added, "It's not ideal, I know."

Cup has her arms crossed, simply watching the screen. Cactus is not thrilled, he would rather be asleep, but whatever.

Hose smiles, ranting about what the plan was. It sounded… easy enough to Cactus.

Take some supplies to sample the ground with, and get out of there by the time it was dark.

Easy. No worries!

Cup was worrying though, as she always did. Hose patted her back, and grinned.

"That's why we have..." He paused, taking a step back and popping open a box that was underneath a chair. "...this!"

Cup yelped, looking horrified. "WHY DO YOU HAVE A GUN IN HERE??"

Cactus shoved her aside, snatching the pistol. "I'll take it."

Hose swiped it from him immediately, "You- No! I'm not letting you have this." He gave it to Cup instead. "I'd rather have Cup hold in it."

Cactus rolled his eyes, "Yeah! Sure! Let Mrs. Shaky Hands hold a weapon! Good idea, captain!"

Cup just stared at Cactus, frowning.

Hose sighed, "Cup, can you leave for a second?"

Cup hesitates, glancing around, before nodding and leaving.

Hose huffs, crossing his arms. "...Why don't we talk?"

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a cactus in winter enjoying coffee

Cute and beautiful design of a cactus in winter enjoying coffeeCactus means endurance and coffee helps endurance.

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I did not think Id need another reason to hate the Oilers more but then they go and do this. Fuck em! Fuck em hard!

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Night-Blooming Cereus

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Hii! I just saw your post about rare ship or smth on OT tag. Can you draw Cactus and Coffee cup from OT please?? Besides me I've never seen someone draw them together before lmao😭

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Postcrossing US-10265156 by Gail Anderson Via Flickr: Postcard with a photo of claret-cup cactus growing in the higher elevations of Big Bend National Park in Texas. Sent to a Postcrossing member in Finland.

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Strawberry Hedgehog Cactus

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Claret Cup cactus getting ready to bloom.

I have two of these cactus, both of them got this far last year (the year I planted them originally), but the flowers never bloomed. I'm wondering if they actually will this year! See full cactus garden here.

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ch. 2

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“What the hell is your problem?” Hose asked, his voice sharp and unwavering. He stood, eyes narrowed as he faced Cactus.

“What? You handed the gun to Cup! She’s a—” Cactus began, his voice rising in disbelief.

“Yes! I gave it to her!” Hose interrupted, his anger bubbling to the surface. “Why don’t you try to be nice for once?! This isn’t the time for your attitude!” He thrust a finger towards Cactus's chest, the gesture accusatory and forceful.

 “Ever since you lost your arm, you’ve been impossible to deal with. You need to get it together!”

“No. You are not going to bring up the fact that I lost my arm,” Cactus hissed, his voice laced with irritation as he forcefully shoved Hose’s hand away.  “I’m upset because Cup’s hands shake constantly; she’s clearly struggling with her mental state, and that-” 

Hose regarded Cactus with his arms crossed firmly over his chest, a challenging glare etched on his face. “So, why don’t you trust her?” he asked.

“It’s not that I don’t trust her!” Cactus sighed heavily, exasperation tinging his voice.  “It’s just that you gave her the gun, knowing FULL WELL that she can’t handle it!!”

“Cup is 25. She can handle a weapon.” Hose says, Cactus cuts him off before he can say anything else.  

“If you want her to shoot her damn leg accidentally, then you have her keep the gun.” Cactus hisses. 

Hose bit his lip, then sighed. “Fine. You have it.” 

Cactus’ eyes widened. “No- It’s fine.”

Hose snapped, “Obviously not! You threw a whole fit about it!”  He shoved the case into Cactus’ arm, walking out the door.  

 His hands shake, could he even trust himself with a gun? He hasn't used one since he lost his arm.  He walks out the door, Cup meets his eyes but looks away within seconds. Hose puts a hand on his hip, “Okay, so,”  

Cactus already knows the plan. Get a bag and stuff some equipment into it, then go out and extract soil samples. He zones out for so long that he doesn’t realize that Cup is already gone, grabbing the equipment. 

Hose stares straight at him. Cactus clumsily takes the gun and shoves it towards Hose. “You know damn well that my aim isn't the same. Take it.”

Hose sighs, rolling his eyes and stuffing it into his bag. “I’m not over you throwing a fit about this, by the way.”

Cactus just sighs, and Cup comes walking into the room, handing Hose a syringe-looking thing. 

“Is that what we’re taking samples with?” Cactus asks. Cup nods, “It’s something from HQ, it’s so advanced that we don’t need a shovel, isn’t that so-”

Cactus cuts her off, “I didn’t ask you, I meant for Hose to respond.”

Cup’s eyes settle on the floor, and she stammers over her words. “Sorry.”

Hose shoots a glare towards him, patting Cup on the back.  Hose sighs,

 “Alright, we head out at 9:10.” He adds, “For now, prepare yourself, it gets dark on this planet at 9:45.” 

Cactus left to go to the cargo room, where he could dig around for equipment. 

 Boxes stacked haphazardly around him shifted slightly with each heavy step, their contents jostling and rattling quietly. 

The door hissed open, it announced Cup's arrival.  “What do you want?” he snapped without looking up.

Cup stepped forward, her arms crossed. There was a flicker of hurt behind her eyes.  “I didn’t appreciate the fact that you were rude to me earlier.”

Cactus turned finally, rolling his eyes in dismissal. “Get over it.” he shot back, a hint of annoyance lacing his words.  

She watched as Cactus grabbed a flashlight from one of the nearby crates and thrust it into her hands. “Here, you’ll need it,” he muttered, his tone more curt than caring.

Cup managed a shaky smile, though it was weak and barely creased the corners of her mouth. He was nice enough to not make her sift through the cargo to find a flashlight, at least.

Cactus brushed past Cup, his shoulder purposely jostling hers.

With a sigh, Cactus decided he might as well take a quick power nap before the clock struck 9:10. 

He stepped out of the cargo bay, the heavy door hissing shut behind him, and made his way toward the sleeping quarters. The fluorescent lights overhead blazed with an unnatural brightness. Too bright to sleep in.

He flicked off the light and collapsed onto his cot, the thin mattress creaking under his weight. He sighs and falls asleep.