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𝓦𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀 ⬑ π“œπ€π—πˆπŒπŽπ…π… ([personal profile] carmesi) wrote2025-06-06 03:57 pm

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[personal profile] churnback 2025-07-25 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
Hey.

[ He's got a bag in the backseat, too, a couple of things he's picked up from the shop, and some food. When she's in front of him, he gives a little nod, wonders if maybe there's something else he should do when he hasn't seen her in a minute. What's their thing? Handshake — Jesus, no.

He lets that go because he's sure bad at this, and now they're both just standing there for a second before he passes the keys over to her and then grabs some zip ties out of his pack so he's got them ready for this thing showing up. ]


It talks, like anything — you'll be good when you get your hands on the wheel. Someone told me these things can rollover easier than a car, it's just the curves you gotta watch for.
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[personal profile] churnback 2025-07-30 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's a brief, small smile back at her, and a little nod. If they were on the Roci and she asked him if she could tune up the oxygen regulators and he had no idea what she knew or didn't, he might be more hesitant. But this — who knows, maybe he'll learn a thing or two from her on handling it. He's still learning with it.

He watches her get settled as he does the same, and once they're buckled and on their way, Amos leans his seat back a little, stretches out. He ain't seen things from this perspective before, just a passenger watching things go by. Kinda doesn't mind it. ]


Yeah. Time could go real fast or real slow.

[ Could be worse, he thinks. Like, shitty company worse. Still, it's no quick in and out, dump the thing and go. Said thing still — out there somewhere. No hurry, though, it'll catch up to them at some point. ]

What's the furthest you ever been? Anywhere. Before all of — this.
Edited 2025-07-30 01:10 (UTC)
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[personal profile] churnback 2025-08-12 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ Home was Sokovia, Europe. Got it. The other places — New York's familiar, Africa more familiar broadly. Germany. His time on Earth was limited to a small radius, and he wasn't exactly up on his geography, but they're not completely foreign to him. Gives him a frame of reference. He thinks back to things she'd mentioned before, about her parents being killed when she was young, losing her brother. Wonders how it all fits together, what came first and second and third, and on, and in amongst all that — the time she'd spent locked away. ]

Been on those once or twice. Kinda changed a bit over the years. [ He smirks a little, briefly. A bit. Vertical flight being the biggest one, maybe, plus the altitude they could fly. ]

That first time you go up, away from — everything. It feels big and small.

[ Or, that's how it felt for him. Granted, he'd had a different view, rocketing up into space, but same concept. Everything he left behind just got smaller and smaller and faded away, but the open sky, the stars, it was all so big. At least, that's how he felt. Wonders how it felt for her, too, and maybe this is his way of asking. What'd she think? What did it feel like, going away that first time? Was it anything at all? ]

Did you like it — flying?