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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[shiest_sunbeam]

Ronnae nodded silently, leaning against him as she looped one arm around his and held onto him. It would be a slow and sorrowful walk, but that couldn't be helped with the current feelings that were circling around the area at the moment.

[morphitudinous]

Billy started the walk from the deck in sorrow, arm in arm. They would all bear the burden of grief together, but not so publicly at first.

"Do you think that was all right? I didn't know what he would have wanted in a funeral, but I tried to let them know. That the loss hurts for a reason."

[shiest_sunbeam]

"I think it was honorable. A sending of a soldier always should be as such." she replied somberly.

Ronnae then shook her head and laughed a little. "And yet, somehow knowing him, he probably would have wanted us to send him off in 'style'... with a party of sorts."

[morphitudinous]

"True, but he wasn't just a soldier. He was our friend."

He clenched his fist, feeling another shockwave of regret and sorrow. It was something he really should have said to Punchy more often.

"Maybe...in a few days. We can honor him in a more lively way when the pain starts to pass. What did he like? Rapping?"

Someone else would have to do this, of course, because Billy rapping would just be wrong.

[shiest_sunbeam]

Ronnae didn't comment on the prior mention since she knew it was already painful. However, she did squeeze Billy's arm comfortingly.

"Maybe, yeah. That would be fun, although with how things have been going, it might have to wait a bit longer..." she paused and smiled, "Yeah, rapping was definitely something he enjoyed."

[morphitudinous]

"Then we'll have a demonstration of it in time. For now, though...we're heading home. And I'll help you with anything you need me to."

He walked close to Ronnae, arm always around her, admitting to himself that he didn't want her too far at the moment.

[shiest_sunbeam]

Ronnae nodded, "I could use some help sleeping for sure... It's been... harder than usual to get a decent rest."

She relaxed against him and continued home, yearning for a nice rest after all of this.