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forward-dated to may 9th

[noctiphile]

[He enters the ship with the soft click of heels and a tight fear in his chest. The messages are still fresh in his mind and they lurk in every step forward they take. He prays he won't see Felix. Hopes this trip is silent but knows it will only be tense, suffocating him the moment he steps onto the bridge.

Every fiber in his being is telling him he shouldn't be here. There were other ways to get what he needed done. Other ships, other pilots. Maybe it was trust that moved him forward. Despite their arguments, their actions, they still existed on a basic plane of understanding. They had both seen the same things. That meant something.

But it doesn't keep it from feeling like a trap when the bridge door slips shut. He stands by it, one hand gripping at his stomach while the other remains folded behind him. Silently, he stares at Oren's back. Fear keeps him at bay, preventing the desire to fall to his knees and beg for forgiveness. He was in the right here. It's something he has to repeat to himself.

When he finally speaks, it's softly.]

Oren?

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[birdsbirdsbirds]

Heeey, asshole. I'm... Whoa, shit--

[there's kind of a thud and a couple of footsteps.]

I'm not gonna lie, I'm kind of fucked up right now, but I just won like two-hundred credits so let's go have some fancy lunch or some shit. I can't find Tek and no one else is interesting enough to sit around with for like three hours and just talk or whatever.

Anyway, call me baaaaack at some point. Okay.

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[noctiphile]

[attached: picture of the forest-y jungle]

What is it they say? "Wish you were here"? Gathering plants for your serum. Wish me luck!