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[lacksgrace]

[ Someone's found the anonymous and voice to text function after months. Maybe it's difficult to tell who it is, maybe it's not. ]

you think some things would be sort of easy to learn after being here a while. i dunno, maybe theyre not. but ive got a question for you

if youre missing something, how can you get it back? is it worth it? what kinda things are really worth missing when you usually havent got it anyway

i miss a lot of stuff. i miss flying but i dont miss being home. i dont wanna miss people but

what can you do about it really??? whatever i guess.

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text; anon

[lacksgrace]

with flying or the people???

[endeavors]

[er]

Both, I guess? [beat.] Flying how?

[lacksgrace]

theres only one way to fly.

the ships big but it doesnt have the space for it

[endeavors]

Isn't there like a shuttle bay?

[lacksgrace]

sure yeah.

thats not the kinda flying im talking about though

[endeavors]

There aren't many other options, no...

[lacksgrace]

you wanna see what i mean??

[ He's feeling a bit reckless, so. ]

[endeavors]

I - sure? I thought you said you couldn't--?

[lacksgrace]

i cant but youd get the idea. maybe

gardens?

[endeavors]

Uh. Okay. Yeah, I can make it to the gardens.

[lacksgrace]

cool. ill meet you there then

[endeavors]

How will I know who you are?

video;

[lacksgrace]

[ He's already ruined his anonymity, so it doesn't hurt to show him his face. Just a slight tilt of his head. ]

See you there.

Re: video;

[endeavors]

[Oh. There we go. Andy gives a faint wave at the camera before letting the connection go.]

action?

[lacksgrace]

[ Andy will find Bells waiting for him, pretty patient about it if he takes a while. He's split his time between the oxygen gardens and the bar anyway, so he doesn't mind. He gives him a slight smile when he sees him but doesn't say anything just yet. ]

action!

[endeavors]

[And awkward smile draws a line on his lips, nodding once, approaching the other man with uncertainty in his movements. Sup.]

Hi.

[lacksgrace]

[ There's a tilt of his head at that, wondering if there's something wrong with him. Or if he's just shy. Bells shrugs. ]

Glad you showed up. I'm Bells, by the way.

[endeavors]

Bells. [another nod.] I'm Andy.

[lacksgrace]

Well, Andy. [ He's grinning now. This might be fun. He needs the distraction. ] I can't show you here. Come on.

[ And his back is to him as he wanders off inside. ]

[endeavors]

[oh, dear. Please don't be a serial killer leading him to the murder site.

He's following obediently, taking one last look around him.]

[lacksgrace]

[ Minus the last month, he's actually pretty nice. Sort of. No killing policy, at least. Bells isn't much for small talk, but he does like to talk. The silence is kind of awkward anyway. ]

So, uh. You been here a while? [ He hadn't gotten a chance to look at the guy's tattoo, so he isn't sure. ]

[endeavors]

Not really? It's about my second month here. How about you?

[lacksgrace]

[ He glances at his arm. ]

Nine, ten jumps. I dunno. I lost track a while ago. But yeah, it's been a while for me. Nothing like space, right?

[endeavors]

Definitely... definitely nothing like space, yeah. [he's nodding again.] I'm guessing it's getting harder to handle for you.

[lacksgrace]

[ Closing in near the second level of the gardens, Bells stops in a semi-open space. He's still smiling, and with that comment, there's a laugh. ]

I've been in worse places. [ Like home. ] Most of it's not so bad. You just have to find something worth being here for. You know?