Cuivre 🛎️
Cuivre was mopping the floor before the hotel opened for the night.
Or actually, it was day, but here in space, it always looked like night.
He was humming a song as he did so, wondering who would need his service. And the receptionist, a bored looking middle aged man with glasses, was waiting for guests to arrive to book a room in the hotel, listening to a podcast on what seemed to be a really high-tech phone.
Cuivre was mopping the floor before the hotel opened for the night.
Or actually, it was day, but here in space, it always looked like night.
He was humming a song as he did so, wondering who would need his service. And the receptionist, a bored looking middle aged man with glasses, was waiting for guests to arrive to book a room in the hotel, listening to a podcast on what seemed to be a really high-tech phone.
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