[ Mikazuki asks because he's never thought about it before. And he doesn't have to consciously think about it now because Sorey is here thinking and feeling it for him. Despite being naturally reticent, he's never been close-minded. Each ripple of emotion reaches him, reflective, mirroring back off of him in broad, gentle waves. Mikazuki wouldn't really know how to respond with words, but maybe that'll be good enough.
It's not like falling at all. When the ship pulls straight and the thrusters dull, the stars don't move much at all. They simply shine, suspended in that endless well of black. It's more like floating safely this way. Mikazuki wonders if he's ever looked at them like that. ]
[ Without hesitation; though for a moment, that’s not where his sights are at all.
They’re still moving, aren’t they? It’s hard to tell now that the ship feels as if it’s reached a comfortable pace, leveled off from the gut-clenching gravitational force of before. Sorey’s body is able to acclimate and relax some, seat and harness still a protective cocoon around him, should worse come to worst.
With everything seemingly accounted for, all that’s left is to enjoy the ride -- and though this may not be the long way home, it is most definitely the scenic route.
The stars aren’t moving, per se, but they do seem to twinkle, do they not? And their backdrop to it is a pleasant undercurrent of calm; a warm and gentle pool they both wade in. ]
You’re... really happy up here, aren’t you?
[ Or is that just a reflection of Sorey’s own sentiments? As someone used to being connected with others, it’s not uncommon to find this line blurred. ]
[ All at once, the tension in his body depresses, allowing him to lean back against the seat, head canting up. But for someone like Mikazuki, maybe that's more telling of a reaction than if he were to carry his tensions like normal, body ingrained with that need to be ready for anything.
Except this one thing. Is he happy? ]
I don't know.
[ An answer like that should be enough to drop anyone's gut more swiftly than the ship itself had. But there's nothing there that casts their emotional connection into shadows.
Just something a little nostalgic, an opportunity missed. ]
[ Did he seem happy? It both makes sense and doesn't that Sorey can feel something akin to his own happiness before he can. It's not something he consciously thinks about even when it's upon him, his nerves and synapses too long firing under fire to really grasp that emotion.
He's had a lot of things in his hands, but just as many have slipped through. Save this one thing, the way his grip tilts the controls too easily, like the ship itself is a second skin, unaffected by his mentality.
It's yawning and terrifyingly close to the surface, that space where all the things that living makes him feel should reside. ]
[ That much he knows, though Mikazuki struggles to remember a time when he'd ever been content. There was always something that he was chasing over the horizon that kept him from settling into whatever happiness he'd find. Thinking about it leaves a strange glow in his eyes.
Even feeling it, that remembrance like a spark within the machine's blood and guts, is short-lived.
But not hidden. ]
It's always escaping us.
[ That's why his gaze is always forward. His footsteps, his flying. All forward. ]
[ For better or worse, happiness and contentment are two different things. To Sorey, contentment sometimes seems a little too akin to complacency; and complacency can be a dangerous thing. The kind of thing that stops one at the point of 'good enough', when something better, something more ideal, is out there -- just a bit more effort away.
His head leans to one side just slightly. ]
You mean... happiness is?
[ Is that always escaping them? And, who are "they", for that matter? ]
[ That had only ever been his goal, right? Happiness — better beds, lots of food, work that sustained itself on something other than fighting. Mikazuki's happiness defaults never to himself but to them. Something so sharp and close that it wavers out of focus. A brief, fiery flash of sunlight against something steely white —
Mikazuki clicks the controls aside, pitching the ship out of that mental orbit. It's a surprisingly strict motion. ]
Yeah, but it's fine.
[ That's how it is. He's alive and living with it. He angles the ship towards the planet.
[ This is the part where Sorey should rightly count himself lucky. To tell the truth, he’s never had to chase his happiness, only his dream. Their dream, more accurately. He’s been assured for ages it’s not a path he’d ever have to walk alone. As relative silence spans the cockpit, the former-Shepherd’s thoughts seem to circle and swell.
What is it that you’re seeking, Mikazuki?
He’s not troubled; he doesn’t seem sad... but everyone has the same basic needs, don’t they? Food, shelter, safety, a place to feel they belong, social interactions -- those sorts of things Yet, he mentioned an ‘us’, so...
There’s a shift in Sorey’s gut he’s not immediately sure is attributable to the ship’s movement, or if it’s a byproduct of the turn of conversation. A more physical note of the other walling himself off from further discussion on this specific topic. Yet-- ]
I... think I understand now.
[ He really only grasps the barest concepts, but he’s on the right path. Continuing down it, however, seems a less desirable option against... well, basically any of the others available to them. ]
[ That thought hits him like a shot to a shield. It may not damage, but he feels it all the same.
It's strange to him that the force of his thoughts don't come up against something immovable and harsh but something strangely stable in its acceptance. He's so used to the fundamental differences between himself and the concept of everyone else that he doesn't think to immediately accept it in kind, like he does with so many other things.
The ship begins to heat as it hurtles downward, scraping atmosphere. Mikazuki's grip stays the same, though his attention is contrarily stuck between the windshield and the boy at his side. ]
Again, he’s only scraping the barest surface of what he thinks Mikazuki means; what happiness is to him, and why it’s something perpetually out of reach. And, without outwardly saying so, thereby delving deeper into a conversation that Sorey is betting the other doesn’t want to have, he quietly assents. ]
I think I get it now.
[ ...Or, maybe they could have that talk if the ship weren’t taking on heat as it begins to gently skim and pierce the atmosphere. The shaking and noise will surely come next -- and for someone who has never left their home planet, that’s going to be. Fun. ]
[ There's no fight or disapproval in that singular noise, like he sees what Sorey's talking about but has no strong opinion on it one way or the other. Something else is swiftly overtaking his attention, making his gaze pierce as it settles just beyond the windshield.
With that, his arms lock on the controls as if he's holding something that's alive at bay. ]
I'd brace before we break through.
[ Break through what?
The protective barrier of the planet as it superheats around them, causing the ship to shudder violently in a halo of red. Soon, the noise. ]
[ Sorey's expression drastically shifts to curiosity with the way Mikazuki's arms lock like that. The verbiage not a moment later is equally, uh... alerting? Not alarming, but. Close.
He's prepared, still. He thinks. Maybe. ]
Break--?!
[ Cutting him off, there's a red glow and a great and terrible shaking. The straps around him catch and cradle him, thankfully, but his eyes are glued to the control panel and the windshield, both. ]
Through the atmosphere. Gravity will try to tear the ship apart, sometimes.
[ His tone remains even, just loud enough to cut above the roaring of the ship's underbelly being battered by the atmosphere in question. But he's done this before, the impassivity on his face about as comforting as he's going to get about it. ]
[ The roar and rumble of the ship, combined with those words, is enough to cause alarm, naturally.
But alarm will unbalance them, won't it? Muddying up that connection that is otherwise clear and strong, like a well-established armatus. And, well, it's all downhill from there, he knows.
So he's got to think about this in a different light; focus on the calmness to those words rather than their meaning. Mikazuki doesn't have any desire to die, does he? So surely he'll steer the ship in a way that avoid that outcome. In that, Sorey can trust.
Ignoring the still-steady slam of his heart against his ribs, then--] Well, now that we know what we're up against...
[ Keeping calm and balanced. It's what Mikazuki would do too, content to work by himself at the forefront of an effort, no matter what he has to endure. It's less distrust for Sorey and more just what he defaults to in the scheme of things — all of his comrades had always put their bodies on the line for what they needed and had to do, Mikazuki simply puts his body on the line for them. For all his focus on fighting as a means to an end, it's selfless.
It's strange to feel someone's breathing more than hearing it, but it helps. Giving the controls a touch, Mikazuki sets his posture. ]
Let's go.
[ The ship begins to stop coasting and angles more into a crash against the atmosphere, swallowed by its resistance in a blinding flash of heat and smoke. It seems to take forever to grind through, the shaking and noise heightening to a deafening level.
At the end of it, though, there's a color daze. Red and black to white and green, a dramatic shift that has them careening down through cloud-cover towards a sea so blue it aches. ]
[ Said with a firm resolution, devoid of fear; the kind of sound that chases away doubts, as Sorey actively, consciously does in this moment. As well he should, too. After all, he can feel Mikazuki’s confidence; his -- is it excitement? There’s a steady thrum through their connection he isn’t sure is attributed to one or the other, but it’s there nonetheless.
At that purposeful, deliberate angling into the atmosphere and all the jarring, deafening things that result, his features tighten all the same. Hands still on the controls, eyes dart from all the console’s myriad, mysterious lights to the placid figure at his side mastering them all. There’s a strange shift in color palette as they break through the clouds, and--
Oh wow.
Sorey’s eyes are wide, back unknowingly off the seat as the rest of him inches toward its edge. There’s a bit of laughter -- a definitively-two-beat, open-mouthed ‘ha ha!’ sort of sound that escapes him. ]
We made it!
[ Not as though he didn’t expect to, but... for a minute there it did get pretty rough, he won’t lie. And knowing what they were up against, and what could have happened? Sorey feels pretty fortunate. (Mikazuki’s experience may vary, of course; but his co-pilot here is a first-timer so this is all pretty fantastic.) ]
[ Now that they've broken through to the planet, there's things to account for that hadn't been in the vacuum of space — wind and gravity, the beating of sunshine down through the windshield. So Mikazuki doesn't let up on his intensity as he pushes the craft down through the new resistances. ]
Yeah, it is.
[ He's always thought so, though he'd never really had the luxury of stopping to admire it. Everything he feels now is run-off from Sorey, but he doesn't mind.
Before long, he's wheeled the craft down in a clearing near one of Wyver's many bodies of water. It'll be easier to navigate from there. Landing the ship is almost gentle in comparison to the ride itself, letting him display a soft touch, even if it's influenced by the machine. Once resting, he sets the controls and unbuckles himself to approach Sorey. ]
Here. [ A hand. ] Watch when you stand.
[ Even in a space ship, getting your land legs can take a bit. ]
[ In his time here, Sorey’s crash-landed (while largely asleep) once, and used teleporters the rest of the time, completely avoiding the trip down to the planet, so this? This is a first, and he’s glued to it like a history book, unblinkingly watching it play out before his eyes.
There are mountains and valleys; trees and rocks; lakes, rivers, and streams – and in a way, it... it almost reminds him of home. Emotion bubbles up inside him, surging and immense fondness with only a pinch of melancholy homesickness for the places he used to know, supposedly lost to the Storm. He still believes they’re out there somewhere, naturally, and falling asleep only further forged that. But until he can get back there with all his comrades in tow, well... at least this world is doing its best to impersonate all of them.
It’s no surprise, then, that Sorey doesn’t appear to notice they’ve touched down until Mikazuki is standing before him, offering a hand. Then reality snaps back into place like a puzzle piece. ]
R-right. [ He sputters as he forcibly redirects his focus, perhaps not properly allocating for exactly how weird it’ll feel when he stands again, taking that hand and—
--wait why are his legs rubber?!
It’s a little too late for questions like that, sadly. Sorey winds up with both hands on Mikazuki’s shoulders from all-too-close a distance for just a second, muscles in his quads and calves trembling like he just finished leg day. ]
[ All those emotions pitch against something stark and empty, the space where a home would be had it not been torn away, right through his fingers. That brief, final pang of homesickness is a feeling Mikazuki doesn't recognize for what it is. It forms like the surge of a wave and pulls away just as quickly, washed through him without truly finding a place to stick, to overcome for more than a fleeting moment.
Which is why he can focus on what's tangible versus what never has been for him, things like hands on his shoulders. On instinct, he reaches out to steady Sorey there, looking down between them. ]
Yeah. If you're not used to going from space to gravity, it can end up like this. Are you okay?
[ A deliberating hum lingers in his throat. With that, his gaze flicks back up, no worse for wear. ]
It depends, but... [ Well, they're on the ground now, so even if Sorey does almost take a spill, it should be fine with him looking out for him still, right? ] You can hang onto me for a while if you want.
[ There's a nod in reply, and a bit of a determined furrow in Sorey's brow. He's not unrealistic, (mostly), but he is a Proud Bean™, so he will let go once he willfully forces his legs to move properly.
...only to grab back onto a shoulder after a couple steps down the exit ramp, lest he roll like a black, white, and blue feathery katamari and faceplant into the dirt.
Once he's got both feet back on solid ground, however, there's a moment taken to just breathe; one where he realizes just how thankful he is that they didn't burn up in the atmosphere. After exhaling audibly--]
I really owe you one for getting us down here safe!
[ Once it's guaranteed that Sorey isn't going to take a topple down the ramp and make the top ten saddest anime deaths after all it took to get down here, Mikazuki lets him go. He follows after, closely at first until the other boy's feet are safe and flat on the earth.
Lingering there on the ramp, he takes a look at their surroundings before the comment reaches him. Blinking, he looks almost confused. ]
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Date: 2018-01-15 09:12 am (UTC)[ Mikazuki asks because he's never thought about it before. And he doesn't have to consciously think about it now because Sorey is here thinking and feeling it for him. Despite being naturally reticent, he's never been close-minded. Each ripple of emotion reaches him, reflective, mirroring back off of him in broad, gentle waves. Mikazuki wouldn't really know how to respond with words, but maybe that'll be good enough.
It's not like falling at all. When the ship pulls straight and the thrusters dull, the stars don't move much at all. They simply shine, suspended in that endless well of black. It's more like floating safely this way. Mikazuki wonders if he's ever looked at them like that. ]
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Date: 2018-01-17 04:04 pm (UTC)[ Without hesitation; though for a moment, that’s not where his sights are at all.
They’re still moving, aren’t they? It’s hard to tell now that the ship feels as if it’s reached a comfortable pace, leveled off from the gut-clenching gravitational force of before. Sorey’s body is able to acclimate and relax some, seat and harness still a protective cocoon around him, should worse come to worst.
With everything seemingly accounted for, all that’s left is to enjoy the ride -- and though this may not be the long way home, it is most definitely the scenic route.
The stars aren’t moving, per se, but they do seem to twinkle, do they not? And their backdrop to it is a pleasant undercurrent of calm; a warm and gentle pool they both wade in. ]
You’re... really happy up here, aren’t you?
[ Or is that just a reflection of Sorey’s own sentiments? As someone used to being connected with others, it’s not uncommon to find this line blurred. ]
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Date: 2018-01-20 10:09 am (UTC)[ All at once, the tension in his body depresses, allowing him to lean back against the seat, head canting up. But for someone like Mikazuki, maybe that's more telling of a reaction than if he were to carry his tensions like normal, body ingrained with that need to be ready for anything.
Except this one thing. Is he happy? ]
I don't know.
[ An answer like that should be enough to drop anyone's gut more swiftly than the ship itself had. But there's nothing there that casts their emotional connection into shadows.
Just something a little nostalgic, an opportunity missed. ]
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Date: 2018-01-23 09:21 pm (UTC)You don’t know...?
[ It seems strange to him. ]
You seem happy to me...
[ You feel happy to me. ]
Is something wrong?
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Date: 2018-01-25 07:41 am (UTC)[ Did he seem happy? It both makes sense and doesn't that Sorey can feel something akin to his own happiness before he can. It's not something he consciously thinks about even when it's upon him, his nerves and synapses too long firing under fire to really grasp that emotion.
He's had a lot of things in his hands, but just as many have slipped through. Save this one thing, the way his grip tilts the controls too easily, like the ship itself is a second skin, unaffected by his mentality.
It's yawning and terrifyingly close to the surface, that space where all the things that living makes him feel should reside. ]
No, it's nothing.
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Date: 2018-01-28 06:48 pm (UTC)[ A subconscious sort of murmur, more a thought voiced aloud than anything near true intention, or anything said with purpose.
Sorey's looking at him a bit more closely now, and with a notable concern. Sympathy, too. ]
Have you never felt happiness?
[ Or does this genuinely not make him happy? One doesn't seem more likely than the other, at this point. ]
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Date: 2018-01-30 07:29 am (UTC)[ That much he knows, though Mikazuki struggles to remember a time when he'd ever been content. There was always something that he was chasing over the horizon that kept him from settling into whatever happiness he'd find. Thinking about it leaves a strange glow in his eyes.
Even feeling it, that remembrance like a spark within the machine's blood and guts, is short-lived.
But not hidden. ]
It's always escaping us.
[ That's why his gaze is always forward. His footsteps, his flying. All forward. ]
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Date: 2018-01-30 04:16 pm (UTC)His head leans to one side just slightly. ]
You mean... happiness is?
[ Is that always escaping them? And, who are "they", for that matter? ]
tsk tsk chasing the rabbit
Date: 2018-01-31 06:29 am (UTC)Mikazuki clicks the controls aside, pitching the ship out of that mental orbit. It's a surprisingly strict motion. ]
Yeah, but it's fine.
[ That's how it is. He's alive and living with it. He angles the ship towards the planet.
There's places he has yet to see. ]
he gotta do what he gotta do
Date: 2018-02-02 10:34 pm (UTC)What is it that you’re seeking, Mikazuki?
He’s not troubled; he doesn’t seem sad... but everyone has the same basic needs, don’t they? Food, shelter, safety, a place to feel they belong, social interactions -- those sorts of things Yet, he mentioned an ‘us’, so...
There’s a shift in Sorey’s gut he’s not immediately sure is attributable to the ship’s movement, or if it’s a byproduct of the turn of conversation. A more physical note of the other walling himself off from further discussion on this specific topic. Yet-- ]
I... think I understand now.
[ He really only grasps the barest concepts, but he’s on the right path. Continuing down it, however, seems a less desirable option against... well, basically any of the others available to them. ]
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Date: 2018-02-02 11:04 pm (UTC)It's strange to him that the force of his thoughts don't come up against something immovable and harsh but something strangely stable in its acceptance. He's so used to the fundamental differences between himself and the concept of everyone else that he doesn't think to immediately accept it in kind, like he does with so many other things.
The ship begins to heat as it hurtles downward, scraping atmosphere. Mikazuki's grip stays the same, though his attention is contrarily stuck between the windshield and the boy at his side. ]
Understand what?
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Date: 2018-02-06 08:14 pm (UTC)Again, he’s only scraping the barest surface of what he thinks Mikazuki means; what happiness is to him, and why it’s something perpetually out of reach. And, without outwardly saying so, thereby delving deeper into a conversation that Sorey is betting the other doesn’t want to have, he quietly assents. ]
I think I get it now.
[ ...Or, maybe they could have that talk if the ship weren’t taking on heat as it begins to gently skim and pierce the atmosphere. The shaking and noise will surely come next -- and for someone who has never left their home planet, that’s going to be. Fun. ]
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Date: 2018-02-10 04:40 am (UTC)[ There's no fight or disapproval in that singular noise, like he sees what Sorey's talking about but has no strong opinion on it one way or the other. Something else is swiftly overtaking his attention, making his gaze pierce as it settles just beyond the windshield.
With that, his arms lock on the controls as if he's holding something that's alive at bay. ]
I'd brace before we break through.
[ Break through what?
The protective barrier of the planet as it superheats around them, causing the ship to shudder violently in a halo of red. Soon, the noise. ]
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Date: 2018-02-11 07:50 pm (UTC)He's prepared, still. He thinks. Maybe. ]
Break--?!
[ Cutting him off, there's a red glow and a great and terrible shaking. The straps around him catch and cradle him, thankfully, but his eyes are glued to the control panel and the windshield, both. ]
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Date: 2018-02-12 12:57 am (UTC)[ His tone remains even, just loud enough to cut above the roaring of the ship's underbelly being battered by the atmosphere in question. But he's done this before, the impassivity on his face about as comforting as he's going to get about it. ]
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Date: 2018-02-13 03:00 pm (UTC)But alarm will unbalance them, won't it? Muddying up that connection that is otherwise clear and strong, like a well-established armatus. And, well, it's all downhill from there, he knows.
So he's got to think about this in a different light; focus on the calmness to those words rather than their meaning. Mikazuki doesn't have any desire to die, does he? So surely he'll steer the ship in a way that avoid that outcome. In that, Sorey can trust.
Ignoring the still-steady slam of his heart against his ribs, then--] Well, now that we know what we're up against...
[ Breathe in, and out. ]
Just tell me how I can help.
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Date: 2018-02-14 09:22 pm (UTC)[ Keeping calm and balanced. It's what Mikazuki would do too, content to work by himself at the forefront of an effort, no matter what he has to endure. It's less distrust for Sorey and more just what he defaults to in the scheme of things — all of his comrades had always put their bodies on the line for what they needed and had to do, Mikazuki simply puts his body on the line for them. For all his focus on fighting as a means to an end, it's selfless.
It's strange to feel someone's breathing more than hearing it, but it helps. Giving the controls a touch, Mikazuki sets his posture. ]
Let's go.
[ The ship begins to stop coasting and angles more into a crash against the atmosphere, swallowed by its resistance in a blinding flash of heat and smoke. It seems to take forever to grind through, the shaking and noise heightening to a deafening level.
At the end of it, though, there's a color daze. Red and black to white and green, a dramatic shift that has them careening down through cloud-cover towards a sea so blue it aches. ]
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Date: 2018-02-19 12:46 am (UTC)Yeah.
[ Said with a firm resolution, devoid of fear; the kind of sound that chases away doubts, as Sorey actively, consciously does in this moment. As well he should, too. After all, he can feel Mikazuki’s confidence; his -- is it excitement? There’s a steady thrum through their connection he isn’t sure is attributed to one or the other, but it’s there nonetheless.
At that purposeful, deliberate angling into the atmosphere and all the jarring, deafening things that result, his features tighten all the same. Hands still on the controls, eyes dart from all the console’s myriad, mysterious lights to the placid figure at his side mastering them all. There’s a strange shift in color palette as they break through the clouds, and--
Oh wow.
Sorey’s eyes are wide, back unknowingly off the seat as the rest of him inches toward its edge. There’s a bit of laughter -- a definitively-two-beat, open-mouthed ‘ha ha!’ sort of sound that escapes him. ]
We made it!
[ Not as though he didn’t expect to, but... for a minute there it did get pretty rough, he won’t lie. And knowing what they were up against, and what could have happened? Sorey feels pretty fortunate. (Mikazuki’s experience may vary, of course; but his co-pilot here is a first-timer so this is all pretty fantastic.) ]
Mikazuki, it’s beautiful!
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Date: 2018-02-21 05:57 am (UTC)Yeah, it is.
[ He's always thought so, though he'd never really had the luxury of stopping to admire it. Everything he feels now is run-off from Sorey, but he doesn't mind.
Before long, he's wheeled the craft down in a clearing near one of Wyver's many bodies of water. It'll be easier to navigate from there. Landing the ship is almost gentle in comparison to the ride itself, letting him display a soft touch, even if it's influenced by the machine. Once resting, he sets the controls and unbuckles himself to approach Sorey. ]
Here. [ A hand. ] Watch when you stand.
[ Even in a space ship, getting your land legs can take a bit. ]
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Date: 2018-02-21 04:32 pm (UTC)There are mountains and valleys; trees and rocks; lakes, rivers, and streams – and in a way, it... it almost reminds him of home. Emotion bubbles up inside him, surging and immense fondness with only a pinch of melancholy homesickness for the places he used to know, supposedly lost to the Storm. He still believes they’re out there somewhere, naturally, and falling asleep only further forged that. But until he can get back there with all his comrades in tow, well... at least this world is doing its best to impersonate all of them.
It’s no surprise, then, that Sorey doesn’t appear to notice they’ve touched down until Mikazuki is standing before him, offering a hand. Then reality snaps back into place like a puzzle piece. ]
R-right. [ He sputters as he forcibly redirects his focus, perhaps not properly allocating for exactly how weird it’ll feel when he stands again, taking that hand and—
--wait why are his legs rubber?!
It’s a little too late for questions like that, sadly. Sorey winds up with both hands on Mikazuki’s shoulders from all-too-close a distance for just a second, muscles in his quads and calves trembling like he just finished leg day. ]
Wait, is this normal?
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Date: 2018-02-24 06:45 am (UTC)Which is why he can focus on what's tangible versus what never has been for him, things like hands on his shoulders. On instinct, he reaches out to steady Sorey there, looking down between them. ]
Yeah. If you're not used to going from space to gravity, it can end up like this. Are you okay?
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Date: 2018-03-19 09:28 pm (UTC)[ Um. ]
Sorry to just grab onto you like that! [ But he hasn't let go yet, either.
And now they're both looking down at his white-and-yellow-booted feet for just a moment. ] Does this go away pretty quickly, or...?
[ Should he try walking this off?
Spoilers: He's probably gonna.](no subject)
Date: 2018-03-26 07:51 am (UTC)It depends, but... [ Well, they're on the ground now, so even if Sorey does almost take a spill, it should be fine with him looking out for him still, right? ] You can hang onto me for a while if you want.
[ But they should get a move on. ]
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Date: 2018-04-03 04:45 pm (UTC)...only to grab back onto a shoulder after a couple steps down the exit ramp, lest he roll like a black, white, and blue feathery katamari and faceplant into the dirt.
Once he's got both feet back on solid ground, however, there's a moment taken to just breathe; one where he realizes just how thankful he is that they didn't burn up in the atmosphere. After exhaling audibly--]
I really owe you one for getting us down here safe!
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Date: 2018-04-05 12:12 am (UTC)Lingering there on the ramp, he takes a look at their surroundings before the comment reaches him. Blinking, he looks almost confused. ]
It's nothing.
[ That's what pilots do? ]
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