Park Jimin: The Space Stripper

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SEASON 1 EPISODE 6

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System: Volii

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System: Volii

Faction: Freestar Collective

Planet: Volii Alpha

Place: Neon

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Jimin

His mother wouldn't move.

Her hair was down to her waist. Her skin was sagging thanks to how little sunlight she had been seeing. If Jimin were to guess, the minimal light she had seen was from her going out to buy more Aurora using the credits Jimin fought to bring her. All the credits Walter Stroud gifted her had went to Aurora instead of a haircut. But it was okay. Jimin had been the one cutting her hair anyway. If the drugs made her happy, Jimin didn't mind. All he wanted was to see one last smile from her. He clung to the hope he'd see it if he let her buy whatever she wanted. Ever since the Colony War, he hadn't seen her smile. He forgot what it looked like.

"Ma, where did you put the scissors, huh?" he asked with a small chuckle. He shook her with as much gentleness as he could. Still, nothing. "Ma, please wake up. I need the scissors."

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