Cohost writing prompt: @make-up-a-starship-pilot — Starship pilot who is painfully old-school
"The fuck are you wearing?"
"You said to dress up."
"Yeah. I did. What the fuck are you wearing?"
"This is my best jacket!"
"That's your best jacket? Seriously?"
"What's wrong with it?"
"Aside from I think you might have heisted it from a fashion museum's Crimes For Which Your Ancestors Deserve To Be Dead collection—"
"Screw off, this jacket's snaz."
"It's what, Grandpa?"
"It's fucking snaz. I'm dolled up from dimples to ducks, you jealous fuck."
"You're fucking what?"
"Dolled up— stop laughing. You've never heard that?"
"Do I look ninety? The fuck does that even— what do ducks have to do with anything?"
"Ducks! You know? Ducks?"
"...Quack?"
"No! Fucking ducks! Duckbeaks! Dracobucco, you fucking— attitude thrusters. Why the fuck are you laughing—"
"Fucking ducks—"
"That's what they're called! Everyone calls them that! You've never heard them called ducks?"
"Sorry! I didn't know caveman-powered pre-orbital flying machines even fucking had attitude thrusters, Grandpa!"