Spike Spiegel

"You're still up?"
A husky, soft voice emerged from the corner of your cabin. You turned to see Spike leaning against the corner of your room, the candle highlighting his features.

He was always one to pop into your room at the Bebop, checking up on you. You liked to bury yourself in your own work and usually stayed up after hours.
You didn't realize how late it was. It was 2:00 AM Martian time, and although time didn't exist in space, you needed a good schedule.