Explorin and such [OTA]

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So the first couple of days on the ship? Were more than a little ruttin weird. The sleeping arrangements were just to creepy to even try to sleep much at all and the food tasted to much like the protein he had been eating for months on Serenity. As much as Mal tried to find something to go like he would have done on his own boat he seemed to fail at it either finding the areas restricted in access or just not there. Scrubbing fingers back through his hair he signed and continued his path about one of the busier junctions of the ship.

The Obs deck was where he finally settled at looking up at what was supposed to be the Black but was much more. Oh there had been many times on his ship after Miranda he had sat in the pilot's seat just watching as nothing passed by.. even if this wasn't the same it sort of felt that way. So there he sat, head craned upward slightly staring at space as it flew by. Yep. Totally bothersome as well.

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There was many things Mal could take: getting shot, stabbed, beaten, unwillingly married, and someone getting in his face. Someone calling him evil or blaming him for something that didn't happen? It wasn't a very good first start towards being any sort of friends.

Standing a little taller the former Independent Sergeant stared the one-eyed kid down. Until he found out his name, Cyclops would do. "All right. Clearly you got some anger issues 'cause, you see, I ain't got an idea what you're referrin' to, kid." Without thinking his hand slipped to the pistol strapped to his side. "Don't like the accusations you seem so free t' be tossin' 'bout either."

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Xander scoffed, "Look, Caleb. You were the one going about how I'm the guy who can see, and then tried to blind me."

He did notice the pistol in passing, and blinked.

"Since when did you bother with guns?"

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"Caleb?" Mal blinked. "My name's Mal. Captain Malcolm Reynolds." Of course the older man is glaring an even stare at Cyclops, hand still dancing close to the pistol at his side. He wouldn't hesitate to whap the kid on the side of the head with it if he had to. "So I didn't try t' blind noone."

At the mention of his piece a wicked little grin crossed the captain's face. "Always have, always will. Don't mind throwing a few punches when I have to."

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Xander lowered the eyepatch back in place, and then blinked with his single working eye.

"Uh... so you are. Wow, um, yeah there's a really shiny gun. Uh, you don't have an evil twin named Caleb do you?"