STUCK! | Kacxa

Chapter Three: Laundry in Space?

Keith's P.O.V.

We both went on our separate ways.

Acxa,

There's something about her that keeps me......intrigued.

Still, it feels like she's always hiding something, that pushes me away.

Heck, why do even bother? She's a teammate, that's all.

'Everyone has their secrets, Keith, mind your own business.'

'Well, yeah, but there's something...different about her.'

'What 'different'? She's basically you, if she's female and is a galran alien general who used to shoot for fun.'

'Well, yeah, but-

As my mind was having an Internal argument, it snapped.

As I remember that I forgot to return Acxa's necklace.

I searched my pocket and found nothing.

"And shit, I must've left it in my previous uniform." I said to myself, as I arived in front of my room.

I quickly oppened the door, and opened my closet, as I see nothing, again.

"What? I swear hanged it here." I searched across the room, and flipped every existing pillow, the bathroom, under the bed, and the closet again.

Still, no black Uniform, nor a blue shinning necklace.

Damn it.

'Do they do laundry in space?'

As I was brainstorming myself, a knock was heard from the door.

I sighed as i oppened the door.

'Maybe it's Acxa who had already found her necklace. Somehow...'

I got a little disappointed when a saw a male blade who is not Acxa in from of me.

"Mr. Keith, I am here to deliver your outfit for dinner." The masculine voice said.

"Ah, yes, thank you," I replied shortly. As I saw him holding a black suit who looks like a tuxedo, but more....alien like.

"Is this for me?" I said blankly. This outfit is too fancy for dinner.

I can feel the blade roll it's eyes, but i ignored it.

"Yes, afterall, it's your outfit for dinner." He said, as he handed me the suit.

Ah, yes. I will be having dinner with Kolivan, the leader of the Blades of Marmora himself.

Need to get my manner up.

"Thanks again." I said akwardly.

"My most pleasure, do not be late, for Kolivan is very strict with time."

"I understand," I said as I examined his face---well, mask.

Wait, is that a crack?

"Is there something wrong with my face, Mr. Keith?" He said annoyed.

"Ah, nothing." I quickly said.

He probably got into combat, stop being a weirdo, Keith.

"Very well then, have a nice shower." He said as he left the door.