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The crew gets back together for a party, but unspoken tension lingers between them all. Will they hold up?
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Ryland stood in the small bathroom of the Maelstrom, checking over himself in the mirror. He really didn't want to do this. Hell, the only one who seemed even remotely interested was Kotai. He didn't even know the wolf had a suit, yet he seemed so excited to wear it. The four had gotten invited to a party at the General's home, a celebration of a deal that had recently been made between the three central Lumerian planets to align in peace, and share military power. It seemed logical after what happened last year. The most prosperous city, on the most valued planet in the system, had almost crumbled to the ground all because of one man; one man who had been slighted because he had too much power. Not to mention, the discovery thanks to Kotai that a decent portion of the prison had been turning over inmates to the bastard to get tested on, and those in power kept it covered up. Solera was the strongest it'd ever been despite several arrests and reforms, though the future was uncertain. What was stopping someone from taking a page from Torrent's playbook and trying the same thing? Or worse? At least Orion wanted to genuinely do what was right, despite what those working under him tried to advise.
The human looked down, rubbing the underside of his forearm under his suit jacket.
‘Damn, these things are starting to suck….’
He tried not to focus on it. Admittedly, he was happy to be around everyone again, even if things were awkward with Tang, and….by extension, the other two that knew way too damn much. His fingers traced down his midsection, reaching into the gaps between the buttons of the jacket and twisting it around to resettle it against himself. He didn't know if it was quitting his habits and filling most of the free time with food, or the breakup, but he may have to size this up in the future.
“Not too bad, I guess.” he mumbled to himself, tracing a gaze over his face, the suit, all of it. The man never really paid attention to how he looked, but the last few months had brought him a lot of time to think about it. At least the slight darkness under his eyes wasn't as bad as it had been.
Ryland left the bathroom, turning the light off before he stood there for another ten minutes thinking about shit. They were supposedly heroes, but he didn't feel that one bit. Thinking about what they had to do took up a fair bit of space in the human's head, and he knew it shouldn't, but then that'd put him above it all. He wasn't above anyone at this point, even himself. Struggling with his powers was something that never stopped. He had as much as he could ever want, yet he knew he could do more if he tried, but that wouldn't do. Kitsunes were….distant. They sat off in the distance, treating every life and place as if it were all just marks on a map that they could navigate if they wanted. Ryland didn't want that, he wanted to stay himself. Flawed as he was, he knew it had to be better than being some creature with near the powers of a God.
Maybe….he'd be relieved further if these injections worked the way they had been.
—
“Ugh, no, forget it, forget it. Tell them you're not going. You're not going….and….it's not your problem. It's not my problem. I don't care, I don't care….”
The reptile's quiet self monologue died down as he ripped the poorly laced tie off his neck, the grey dress shirt following its path to the ground not long after. They'd only been back here for a few days, and already Tang's mind was a mess. The last few months of silence, only filled by whatever shows he could find on the TV and the occasional visit from the wolf next door, were sad, but they were simple at least. His feelings were final, and nothing would happen to stir them or make him regret. The reptile found it impossible to wrap his mind around the events of the last year, how he'd gone from alone and just trying to stay off the radar to having people who wouldn't leave him alone. How the biggest battle Solera had ever seen all started because of him.
‘No, dammit, it's not your fault….but it kind of is.’
He tried to wonder what his life would have continued to be like if he'd never taken that deal, if he never met Ryland or any of the others. He'd still be couch bound, flipping through the TV and trying to decide what the best instant microwave meal was. He'd be lonely, and troubled as he even had been, but his emotions wouldn't be freight training him like they'd been lately. The hybrid huffed, looking at the big stand up mirror he had in his room. What was he, to be so important that people were willing to fight for him? He was a screw up of genetics, something that wasn't supposed to be functional to this degree. Yet, he felt….bad. He'd nearly single handedly ruined his one and only relationship. Ryland cared so much about him, yet he couldn't get over himself. He couldn't let himself be weak, let the human help him. He took what bits of love he liked, but when it got too much….he snapped. Many times. It was logical that eventually Ryland snapped back.
Tang hadn't been airborne in a while. He'd parked the Maelstrom outside Kotai’s apartment, much to the annoyance of the groundskeepers, but they couldn't do anything about it. Small spacecrafts weren't seen as vehicles in the same way cars or larger ships were, as they fell between terrestrial and interspace. He could walk over and get some interaction when he wanted, as much of a little prick as Kotai was, much too hyper for Tang's taste, it was nice to be around someone who was less informed on his situation. Then, when he wanted to be alone, his ship was right there, though the wolf had found many excuses to come over to it and bug him even further.
The sound of a footstep caught his attention, and he turned around, seeing Ryland standing in the doorway. He suddenly found himself very aware of just…. everything. How he looked, his room, the suit laid on the ground in a crumpled mess.
“It didn't fit?” The human asked, gazing upon the thick set reptile as he caught some harsh silent judgement.
Tang could have smacked him. “N-no, clearly not. Otherwise I'd be wearing it.” He grumbled, stomping over and bending down to pick up the crumpled garments. Dammit, he felt the human staring at him….what was he thinking?? He could guess a number of less than savory thoughts, and all of them would be valid.
Instead though, Ryland leaned against the doorframe, watching the other male try to straighten out the pants to fold them up. “Just wear the tie. You walk around naked all the time anyways, don't you?”
The reminder made Tang's face heat up. So had he really been staring then?
“Yeah, I do, but not around a bunch of random people at a party….you know what, I'm just gonna stay by the snack table. You can do all the stupid chit chatty bullshit, and I'll stay out of the way.”
He snatched the blue tie off the bed with a huff, and turned back to the mirror, throwing it around his neck and starting to tie it together, or at least, how he thought it should go. The Soleran quickly found it in a messy knot though, one that if pulled would instantly come undone and looked nothing like how it should. Ryland sighed, strolling into the room and sitting down on the reptile's slightly blown out bed. “Come here. If I have to watch you do that any more I might actually have a brain aneurysm.”
Tang wanted to swat the humans hands away, the way they reached out in a gentle offer of help. How was he so non bothered about this?? The shit they said to each other was horrible, and here Ry was, offering to help him get spruced up. It made his skin crawl. “F-fucking, fine….” he relented, shuffling over and standing over the human while he undid his screwed up knots. Having Ryland so close made him feel things, and most of those things were probably never going to be unpacked. The hybrid's mind ran back to the few times the human held him, or hugged him while he was having a bad day. It all felt so meaningless now.
“Why are we even going to this? Wasn't the whole point of our agreement to stay low for a while?”
Ryland tilted his head, trying to focus on the tie and not the lizard behind it. “I wasn't aware we ever made an agreement. ‘Were not heroes’ doesn't seem like a good enough reason to turn down a party, right? We don't gotta-”
The lizard grunted as the human snugged the tie around his neck, making himself stop too.
“You know, turn down an invite just because we're trying to avoid attention. It's not for us.”
As usual, the human had a point. None of the four exactly wanted attention for what they did, and this was a party more celebrating the alliance and armament that they'd spawned. It all still felt a little too showy to the lizard, even if General Orion himself had sent the invite. He was going to say something in retort, but a strange scent caught the reptile's nose as Ryland fixed the tie, straightening the bottom of it. It was clearly coming from the human, and it was….not something he'd ever smelled before. Subtle, and metallic, it was eerily sterile, enough to make him twitch. But he didn't say anything.
‘Yeah, break up with you then tell you something's wrong with you. That'd be fucking great.’
Right as the thought crossed his mind, Ryland stood up, bumping against the big lizard as he slid past him. The tie at least looked somewhat nice, sharp looking and the slightly brighter blue contrasting enough with his stomach. He reached up, tugging on it with two claws.
“Tch, thanks. I don't guess you got some kinda dumbass hat for me to wear too?”
The blunt joke got a chuckle out of the human as he shook his head gently. “You know your heads way too damn big for anything I got. Cmon, let's get belted up.”
He vanished through the doorway, the hybrid not waiting too long to mutter a quiet jab at the not present human.
“Asshole…..”
—
Kotai leaned against the counter, rubbing a hand across the newly cleaned surface. It was funny, his own room was an absolute warzone, like a junk bomb had been dropped right in the center, yet he'd cleaned Tang's ship for him. Maybe seeing the lizard be all depressed got something stirring in him. He did throw a lot of jabs and playful insults toward the shorter male, it was just too easy! But he was still a friend, and seeing half of the aftermath of whatever breakup had gone down bugged the wolf. He didn't seem to mind all of the clutter near the computer, or in Tang's cabinet beside the couch. He knew he was nosy, and any papers that were laying around were bound to get examined. It was in Kotai's nature. The more he knew, the more he could help, even if some things were beyond his help. His mind hasn't really slowed down since their big fight, though his thoughts had shifted around. The wolf could never slow down. His hands either had to be moving, or his mind full of whatever complex crap he could conjure up.
He looked down, pulling up one of his jacket sleeves, revealing a small watch-like device on his wrist with a glowing blue light on the top. But it wasn't a watch. He flipped his arm over, a smile stretched across his muzzle as a small barrel came into view. His newly redone blasters. It was probably a bit of overkill to wear them for a party, but he lived by a simple rule. He'd rather get caught not needing them, than find himself powerless in a situation where he did.
“You're wearing those?”
A female voice entered the kitchen, as well as the leopard who it belonged to. Lela found herself walking over to the fridge the wolf stood beside, pulling it open and bending down to look inside. She was probably the most elegantly dressed of the four, the shapely thief clad in a beautiful black dress and heels. He chuckled, watching as she dug around through the drawers and moved things around on the shelves. “Hey, cmon, you can't guarantee I'm not gonna have to intimidate or kick someone's ass at any given time. You know people like trying us.”
She rolled her eyes, her paws shifting through the contents of Tang's fridge, barring her fangs with each lame or unhealthy find. “Gods, does this guy ever just drink water? Or juice?” She slammed the fridge door shut empty pawed, and the wolf knew the struggle.
“I've tried telling him. He says water doesn't….taste good? Or some shit? Maybe it's a him thing.”
She took rest against the counter opposite him, her elegant tail slicking behind her as her legs crossed. Kotai was admittedly more attached to them all than he felt like they were to him, and seeing Lela made him feel good. She'd gone off planet after their battle, and not even Ryland was able to get ahold of her. She was a grown woman, a thief and fighter on par almost with the best, so the thought of something happening to her wasn't one he worried about, but Cerata wasn't the best planet to call home regardless.
“I'm surprised you're coming. I thought parties weren't your thing.” he commented, and the leopard clicked her teeth, chuckling.
“They're not, but you'll never catch me turning down free wine or finger food. The closest thing you'll ever get to being rich is pretending to be them.”
“....you could just resell stuff on bulk sites for a markup.”
She waved a paw at him as he pulled his sleeve back down. “I don't engage with the Internet. I've made it 28 years without it, I can go the rest of my life just the same, wolf.”
“Yeah, well, I went a while without knowing how good shrimp was….you can still try.”
He was annoying, but dammit, sometimes his little smartass remarks got her off guard enough to be funny. “Oh shut your maw. Just don't shoot yourself in the leg with those, yes? I have bandages but I'd rather not waste them.”
The two were joined by the other half of their team, Ryland and Tang walking into the kitchen area behind them. The four looked at each other for a moment. They hadn't stood in a room together since the night after the broadcast, where they'd all gone back to the Maelstrom to wind down after being guarded from interviewers. Being on TV, standing alongside General O’Malley as he filled the Soleran public in on what happened was the real signal to them that they'd done something big.
It also made Lela flee the planet, and raised tensions so high that Ryland and Tang had their last big blow out. Being here together was another opportunity to remind themselves that they had done significant good, but didn't know how to handle it worth a damn.
“Alright, everyone stay low when we get there. We're just guests. Don't answer any questions anyone asks you. We're just there to have fun.”
It seemed that when none of them knew quite what to say, Ryland was always the one to step up and throw his hat in the ring. The human looked at the bigger picture of everything, and despite the fact that he was more alien than any of them, he seemed to know what they were all thinking. He certainly seemed better since the last time they'd seen him.
Tang seemed determined to not let the silence linger on such thoughts though. “Let's go, everyone get sat down. I don't fly crazy, but remember, if you stand up while I take off you're gonna bust your ass.” he grumbled, following Ryland towards the hallway that led to the cockpit. The other two followed, though Kotai rushed past Lela, sneaking up on the short, huffy reptile.
“Oh c'mon, don't act like you're not happy to see us!” The wolf cheered as he ran up behind him, leaning his arms over the hybrid's broad shoulders and trying to hold onto him. Lela couldn't help but let out a cackle as the wolf picked his legs up, letting the stout pilot bear his weight no matter how much Tang thrashed and swore.
“G-get off me, prick! I'll throw your tall ass!”
Ryland got to the cockpit first, settling down into the co-pilot's chair and taking in the view of the instrument panel that he hadn't seen in months.
This was going to be a long night.
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Ryland stood in the small bathroom of the Maelstrom, checking over himself in the mirror. He really didn't want to do this. Hell, the only one who seemed even remotely interested was Kotai. He didn't even know the wolf had a suit, yet he seemed so excited to wear it. The four had gotten invited to a party at the General's home, a celebration of a deal that had recently been made between the three central Lumerian planets to align in peace, and share military power. It seemed logical after what happened last year. The most prosperous city, on the most valued planet in the system, had almost crumbled to the ground all because of one man; one man who had been slighted because he had too much power. Not to mention, the discovery thanks to Kotai that a decent portion of the prison had been turning over inmates to the bastard to get tested on, and those in power kept it covered up. Solera was the strongest it'd ever been despite several arrests and reforms, though the future was uncertain. What was stopping someone from taking a page from Torrent's playbook and trying the same thing? Or worse? At least Orion wanted to genuinely do what was right, despite what those working under him tried to advise.
The human looked down, rubbing the underside of his forearm under his suit jacket.
‘Damn, these things are starting to suck….’
He tried not to focus on it. Admittedly, he was happy to be around everyone again, even if things were awkward with Tang, and….by extension, the other two that knew way too damn much. His fingers traced down his midsection, reaching into the gaps between the buttons of the jacket and twisting it around to resettle it against himself. He didn't know if it was quitting his habits and filling most of the free time with food, or the breakup, but he may have to size this up in the future.
“Not too bad, I guess.” he mumbled to himself, tracing a gaze over his face, the suit, all of it. The man never really paid attention to how he looked, but the last few months had brought him a lot of time to think about it. At least the slight darkness under his eyes wasn't as bad as it had been.
Ryland left the bathroom, turning the light off before he stood there for another ten minutes thinking about shit. They were supposedly heroes, but he didn't feel that one bit. Thinking about what they had to do took up a fair bit of space in the human's head, and he knew it shouldn't, but then that'd put him above it all. He wasn't above anyone at this point, even himself. Struggling with his powers was something that never stopped. He had as much as he could ever want, yet he knew he could do more if he tried, but that wouldn't do. Kitsunes were….distant. They sat off in the distance, treating every life and place as if it were all just marks on a map that they could navigate if they wanted. Ryland didn't want that, he wanted to stay himself. Flawed as he was, he knew it had to be better than being some creature with near the powers of a God.
Maybe….he'd be relieved further if these injections worked the way they had been.
—
“Ugh, no, forget it, forget it. Tell them you're not going. You're not going….and….it's not your problem. It's not my problem. I don't care, I don't care….”
The reptile's quiet self monologue died down as he ripped the poorly laced tie off his neck, the grey dress shirt following its path to the ground not long after. They'd only been back here for a few days, and already Tang's mind was a mess. The last few months of silence, only filled by whatever shows he could find on the TV and the occasional visit from the wolf next door, were sad, but they were simple at least. His feelings were final, and nothing would happen to stir them or make him regret. The reptile found it impossible to wrap his mind around the events of the last year, how he'd gone from alone and just trying to stay off the radar to having people who wouldn't leave him alone. How the biggest battle Solera had ever seen all started because of him.
‘No, dammit, it's not your fault….but it kind of is.’
He tried to wonder what his life would have continued to be like if he'd never taken that deal, if he never met Ryland or any of the others. He'd still be couch bound, flipping through the TV and trying to decide what the best instant microwave meal was. He'd be lonely, and troubled as he even had been, but his emotions wouldn't be freight training him like they'd been lately. The hybrid huffed, looking at the big stand up mirror he had in his room. What was he, to be so important that people were willing to fight for him? He was a screw up of genetics, something that wasn't supposed to be functional to this degree. Yet, he felt….bad. He'd nearly single handedly ruined his one and only relationship. Ryland cared so much about him, yet he couldn't get over himself. He couldn't let himself be weak, let the human help him. He took what bits of love he liked, but when it got too much….he snapped. Many times. It was logical that eventually Ryland snapped back.
Tang hadn't been airborne in a while. He'd parked the Maelstrom outside Kotai’s apartment, much to the annoyance of the groundskeepers, but they couldn't do anything about it. Small spacecrafts weren't seen as vehicles in the same way cars or larger ships were, as they fell between terrestrial and interspace. He could walk over and get some interaction when he wanted, as much of a little prick as Kotai was, much too hyper for Tang's taste, it was nice to be around someone who was less informed on his situation. Then, when he wanted to be alone, his ship was right there, though the wolf had found many excuses to come over to it and bug him even further.
The sound of a footstep caught his attention, and he turned around, seeing Ryland standing in the doorway. He suddenly found himself very aware of just…. everything. How he looked, his room, the suit laid on the ground in a crumpled mess.
“It didn't fit?” The human asked, gazing upon the thick set reptile as he caught some harsh silent judgement.
Tang could have smacked him. “N-no, clearly not. Otherwise I'd be wearing it.” He grumbled, stomping over and bending down to pick up the crumpled garments. Dammit, he felt the human staring at him….what was he thinking?? He could guess a number of less than savory thoughts, and all of them would be valid.
Instead though, Ryland leaned against the doorframe, watching the other male try to straighten out the pants to fold them up. “Just wear the tie. You walk around naked all the time anyways, don't you?”
The reminder made Tang's face heat up. So had he really been staring then?
“Yeah, I do, but not around a bunch of random people at a party….you know what, I'm just gonna stay by the snack table. You can do all the stupid chit chatty bullshit, and I'll stay out of the way.”
He snatched the blue tie off the bed with a huff, and turned back to the mirror, throwing it around his neck and starting to tie it together, or at least, how he thought it should go. The Soleran quickly found it in a messy knot though, one that if pulled would instantly come undone and looked nothing like how it should. Ryland sighed, strolling into the room and sitting down on the reptile's slightly blown out bed. “Come here. If I have to watch you do that any more I might actually have a brain aneurysm.”
Tang wanted to swat the humans hands away, the way they reached out in a gentle offer of help. How was he so non bothered about this?? The shit they said to each other was horrible, and here Ry was, offering to help him get spruced up. It made his skin crawl. “F-fucking, fine….” he relented, shuffling over and standing over the human while he undid his screwed up knots. Having Ryland so close made him feel things, and most of those things were probably never going to be unpacked. The hybrid's mind ran back to the few times the human held him, or hugged him while he was having a bad day. It all felt so meaningless now.
“Why are we even going to this? Wasn't the whole point of our agreement to stay low for a while?”
Ryland tilted his head, trying to focus on the tie and not the lizard behind it. “I wasn't aware we ever made an agreement. ‘Were not heroes’ doesn't seem like a good enough reason to turn down a party, right? We don't gotta-”
The lizard grunted as the human snugged the tie around his neck, making himself stop too.
“You know, turn down an invite just because we're trying to avoid attention. It's not for us.”
As usual, the human had a point. None of the four exactly wanted attention for what they did, and this was a party more celebrating the alliance and armament that they'd spawned. It all still felt a little too showy to the lizard, even if General Orion himself had sent the invite. He was going to say something in retort, but a strange scent caught the reptile's nose as Ryland fixed the tie, straightening the bottom of it. It was clearly coming from the human, and it was….not something he'd ever smelled before. Subtle, and metallic, it was eerily sterile, enough to make him twitch. But he didn't say anything.
‘Yeah, break up with you then tell you something's wrong with you. That'd be fucking great.’
Right as the thought crossed his mind, Ryland stood up, bumping against the big lizard as he slid past him. The tie at least looked somewhat nice, sharp looking and the slightly brighter blue contrasting enough with his stomach. He reached up, tugging on it with two claws.
“Tch, thanks. I don't guess you got some kinda dumbass hat for me to wear too?”
The blunt joke got a chuckle out of the human as he shook his head gently. “You know your heads way too damn big for anything I got. Cmon, let's get belted up.”
He vanished through the doorway, the hybrid not waiting too long to mutter a quiet jab at the not present human.
“Asshole…..”
—
Kotai leaned against the counter, rubbing a hand across the newly cleaned surface. It was funny, his own room was an absolute warzone, like a junk bomb had been dropped right in the center, yet he'd cleaned Tang's ship for him. Maybe seeing the lizard be all depressed got something stirring in him. He did throw a lot of jabs and playful insults toward the shorter male, it was just too easy! But he was still a friend, and seeing half of the aftermath of whatever breakup had gone down bugged the wolf. He didn't seem to mind all of the clutter near the computer, or in Tang's cabinet beside the couch. He knew he was nosy, and any papers that were laying around were bound to get examined. It was in Kotai's nature. The more he knew, the more he could help, even if some things were beyond his help. His mind hasn't really slowed down since their big fight, though his thoughts had shifted around. The wolf could never slow down. His hands either had to be moving, or his mind full of whatever complex crap he could conjure up.
He looked down, pulling up one of his jacket sleeves, revealing a small watch-like device on his wrist with a glowing blue light on the top. But it wasn't a watch. He flipped his arm over, a smile stretched across his muzzle as a small barrel came into view. His newly redone blasters. It was probably a bit of overkill to wear them for a party, but he lived by a simple rule. He'd rather get caught not needing them, than find himself powerless in a situation where he did.
“You're wearing those?”
A female voice entered the kitchen, as well as the leopard who it belonged to. Lela found herself walking over to the fridge the wolf stood beside, pulling it open and bending down to look inside. She was probably the most elegantly dressed of the four, the shapely thief clad in a beautiful black dress and heels. He chuckled, watching as she dug around through the drawers and moved things around on the shelves. “Hey, cmon, you can't guarantee I'm not gonna have to intimidate or kick someone's ass at any given time. You know people like trying us.”
She rolled her eyes, her paws shifting through the contents of Tang's fridge, barring her fangs with each lame or unhealthy find. “Gods, does this guy ever just drink water? Or juice?” She slammed the fridge door shut empty pawed, and the wolf knew the struggle.
“I've tried telling him. He says water doesn't….taste good? Or some shit? Maybe it's a him thing.”
She took rest against the counter opposite him, her elegant tail slicking behind her as her legs crossed. Kotai was admittedly more attached to them all than he felt like they were to him, and seeing Lela made him feel good. She'd gone off planet after their battle, and not even Ryland was able to get ahold of her. She was a grown woman, a thief and fighter on par almost with the best, so the thought of something happening to her wasn't one he worried about, but Cerata wasn't the best planet to call home regardless.
“I'm surprised you're coming. I thought parties weren't your thing.” he commented, and the leopard clicked her teeth, chuckling.
“They're not, but you'll never catch me turning down free wine or finger food. The closest thing you'll ever get to being rich is pretending to be them.”
“....you could just resell stuff on bulk sites for a markup.”
She waved a paw at him as he pulled his sleeve back down. “I don't engage with the Internet. I've made it 28 years without it, I can go the rest of my life just the same, wolf.”
“Yeah, well, I went a while without knowing how good shrimp was….you can still try.”
He was annoying, but dammit, sometimes his little smartass remarks got her off guard enough to be funny. “Oh shut your maw. Just don't shoot yourself in the leg with those, yes? I have bandages but I'd rather not waste them.”
The two were joined by the other half of their team, Ryland and Tang walking into the kitchen area behind them. The four looked at each other for a moment. They hadn't stood in a room together since the night after the broadcast, where they'd all gone back to the Maelstrom to wind down after being guarded from interviewers. Being on TV, standing alongside General O’Malley as he filled the Soleran public in on what happened was the real signal to them that they'd done something big.
It also made Lela flee the planet, and raised tensions so high that Ryland and Tang had their last big blow out. Being here together was another opportunity to remind themselves that they had done significant good, but didn't know how to handle it worth a damn.
“Alright, everyone stay low when we get there. We're just guests. Don't answer any questions anyone asks you. We're just there to have fun.”
It seemed that when none of them knew quite what to say, Ryland was always the one to step up and throw his hat in the ring. The human looked at the bigger picture of everything, and despite the fact that he was more alien than any of them, he seemed to know what they were all thinking. He certainly seemed better since the last time they'd seen him.
Tang seemed determined to not let the silence linger on such thoughts though. “Let's go, everyone get sat down. I don't fly crazy, but remember, if you stand up while I take off you're gonna bust your ass.” he grumbled, following Ryland towards the hallway that led to the cockpit. The other two followed, though Kotai rushed past Lela, sneaking up on the short, huffy reptile.
“Oh c'mon, don't act like you're not happy to see us!” The wolf cheered as he ran up behind him, leaning his arms over the hybrid's broad shoulders and trying to hold onto him. Lela couldn't help but let out a cackle as the wolf picked his legs up, letting the stout pilot bear his weight no matter how much Tang thrashed and swore.
“G-get off me, prick! I'll throw your tall ass!”
Ryland got to the cockpit first, settling down into the co-pilot's chair and taking in the view of the instrument panel that he hadn't seen in months.
This was going to be a long night.
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