Later, dawg [Open!]

[meat_mooks]

|| Attention, crew. Those who wish to attend the funeral of Matthew O'Connor, please report to the Observation Deck. ||

Another death announcement so soon after the last. It's a sad day.

Once again, the Observation Deck is arranged for the launch. The departed crew member, better known as Punchy in his lifetime, is encased in a central pod. The deck is lit by the starlight pouring in from the open window, a blazing blue star that will soon be Punchy's final resting place.

Another life lost. Time to say farewell once more.

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[expendable_mind]

"Hm? I... I'm not sure..." Splicer replied looking a bit confused.

He didn't pay it much mind however, it seemed he didn't think too much on that subject at the moment.

[starbolts]

"Then we will not find out unless it happens again, and I hope it does not," Starfire decided, hugging Splicer one more time. "Thank you. It is a comfort to us."

[expendable_mind]

Splicer smiled, not saying anything at first but simply holding onto the hug as long as he could. Star might have to pry herself from him.

"I should be thanking you. It felt really great seeing you at this moment."

[starbolts]

Starfire leaned up to kiss his cheek before letting him go. It was all right, she tried to signal to him.

"Please call me if you require anything else. Remember that you are not alone in mourning."

[expendable_mind]

Splicer returned the kiss and nodded.

"I'll keep that in mind sweetheart. Thanks."