Socks sat on his bed, writing in an empty notebook he brought with him. He had written down everybody's name and would be carrying the notebook around with him for later. He would find out everybody's roles either before or after they were killed by him or his imposter friends. To which.. he still had to find that last part out. "Surely it can't be that hard to find out a murderer?" Hah, Wrong.

(I got lazy on the drawing, hope you like the doodles 🥸)

Socks sighed and put the book down next to him. He would have to be a detective, even if he wasn't one. He was great at most things. Why not give it a shot? He stood up and walked towards his door. He quickly looked at the clock, it was 10:30. If he was leaving he would have to be very quick about where he was going. He quickly exits his room and runs down the hall toward the cafeteria. He was hoping somebody was still awake. He stops as he notices Laff sitting at the table quietly, fiddling with his fingers. He slowly walks over and slides into the seat next to him. Laff glances at him but instantly turns away.

"Whatcha need." Laff questioned, although it seemed more of a demand to know. Socks tried to think of a sentence but it got caught in his throat. Laff rolled his eyes and sighed, "I don't have time for this right now." Laff was about to get up when Socks grabbed his arm. "Sorry! Uh I need to talk to you, it's important." Socks quickly says as Laff looks at him and raises a brow. "It must be if your not going to let me go." Socks retracts his hand as Laff sits back down and faces the captain. "Well.. Uhm, I need your help actually." Laff crosses his arms, "Depends.. what kind of help?" He asks unsure. Socks looks at his watch, it was about to become 11. "Can you stay in my room for the night? We can talk there." Laff stared at him, trying to find a trace of what his game was at. He found nothing and slowly nodded. "Fine, but if you kill me they'll find out. No matter how dumb this crew is." Socks shivers as Laff's hand brushes his shoulder. The British man stands up as Socks does. "You know where my room is right?" Socks looks at the man who was fiddling with his mask. "Obviously." They both get into Socks's room right as the doors lock and the ship shuts off. Socks sighs in relief and sits at his bed. He pulls his book into his lap as Laff sits next to him. "So.. I've decided to try and get everyone's rolls." Laff stares at him, "That's a stupid idea. Nobody is going to tell you anything." Socks hums, "Well.. I never said I was going to ask them, I'm only going to try to get evidence." Laff sighs, "It'll be a struggle to find all of that out." Socks smiles and looks at the other man, "That's why I'm asking for your help. We need to trust each other."

Laff looks around the room, "While I'm here to say this, your room is very.. vibrant.." Socks chuckles as the gas man looks around the rainbow room. Socks and Laff look at each other for a minute. "It's blinding. I hate it." Laff crosses his arms and looks away. Socks grins and pats Laff's back. "Anyway, we'll talk about this tomorrow. I'm sleeping on the floor." Socks's lips formed a straight line as Laff stole a blanket and pillow off his bed and set them on the ground. He turned away from the spaceman and started trying to sleep. "You sleep in that thing?" Socks refers to Laff's mask as Laff groans in annoyance. "Around you, yes. Around nobody, No. Now goodnight." Socks rolls his eyes then grabs the remaining blanket and covers himself with it. He looks up at his star covered ceiling and slowly drifts off to sleep.