Drift Fleet // Canon

[theboogieman]

[in the early morning, when everyone's drunken shenanigans seem to be winding down into deep conversations and borderline sleep, Zhas takes Coil by the arm and drags him out to the outside of the ship.

'come on', he gestures several times, 'let's go to the top.'

he climbs up the side of the ship like a kid playing on a jungle-gym. at least he's happy, as much as he's bound to trip and break his face if he isn't careful. his end goal is to sit on the gently-curving roof, the place he usually goes to smoke or be alone in the open air. it's also where he and Coil had their biggest argument, over a year ago.

now, he sits down, crosses his legs, and pats the metal where he wants Coil to sit beside him.]

Comments

[mortalcoil]

[he feels older than the last time he'd been up here. or, he can at least feel the weight of a year's worth of time between then and now... which also makes him acutely aware of the fact that he hasn't aged at all in that time.

he hadn't really stopped to think about how long they had been out in the ridiculousness of space until he's hauling himself up over the last rung of metal and toddling his way across the roof of the ship.

'remember when--' he starts to sign, but that's as far as he gets before the words apart as he flails out to catch his balance.]

[theboogieman]

[oops... he reaches out to catch him, but the help comes too little and too late. if Coil stays upright, he'll only find himself with a Zhas latched dumbly onto his arm, as if that would keep him up.

the last time they were up here, they faced emotional challenges. here, the first challenge might just be sitting down.]