Discovering the Gunleon in it's current state was... something. James slipped his helmet off to rub his face with his left hand. His eye lids felt heavy and his mind numb. It had been too long a trip back, thankfully quiet after Merida had recounted the fight. She didn't need to tell him her suspicions of it's reactor type. Genion had alerted him the moment the power started to spike. Witnessing that blast made his skin crawl, the raw power enough to tell him exactly what drove the thing. And he'd have to report that to Selene... The thought of making that report lent the air around him enough weight to crush souls. He heaved a sigh and stepped out of Genion's cockpit onto the cat walk.
Merida soon joined him, the medical staff tending to her companion. She fell in beside James, one hand working at the hem of her shirt, "He's staying with us until he's feeling better."
"That's... fine," James sighed, he was not about to argue. "We can get the couch set up easily I guess. I don't know how we'll manage with privacy if he's out cold like this for days on end."
The eye roll could be heard in her voice, "Just use the bathroom to change. Or change in the living room. Not like neither Adrian or I have seen dicks before."
James stopped and stared at her, "... Merida, I don't have the necessary implements to explain you why I'm not doing that. Why do I have to change in the bathroom and not my room?"
She stopped several paces ahead of him and glanced back, that dangerous innocent wide eyed look on her face, "You owe me, remember? Selene stayed a few days in my room."
James groaned, "Thats-" He stopped himself. Did he want to argue that point? Did he really have the energy to stick his hand right in the bear trap she just set? "-fine. He can have my room for a few days."
Merida flashed a triumphant smile, "Good, I'll go ahead and get everything ready at the apartment."
She practically skipped her way down the cat walk and out the door. James groaned and scrubbed at his face with both hands. "Great... just... great."
When Adrian eventually did wake, he'd find himself nestled into an unfamiliar bed pushed up against the corner in an unfamiliar room. The smell of cologne lingered faintly in the air, a light spice that may spark a memory of the scent clinging to his sister on occasion. The grey-blue walls dimmed by shadows, curtains drawn, lights off. Of course, posters and other such decorative objects stood out against the light colored walls. Glow in the dark stars dotted the ceiling as well, patterned off of real world constellations that were visible from earth, not the lunar surface. The desk was clear of knick-knacks and memorabilia, a charging station for electronics neatly set up with multiple monitors. It was at least quiet, if one disregarded the noises from the apartment above and the soft chatter from beyond the door.
Merida soon joined him, the medical staff tending to her companion. She fell in beside James, one hand working at the hem of her shirt, "He's staying with us until he's feeling better."
"That's... fine," James sighed, he was not about to argue. "We can get the couch set up easily I guess. I don't know how we'll manage with privacy if he's out cold like this for days on end."
The eye roll could be heard in her voice, "Just use the bathroom to change. Or change in the living room. Not like neither Adrian or I have seen dicks before."
James stopped and stared at her, "... Merida, I don't have the necessary implements to explain you why I'm not doing that. Why do I have to change in the bathroom and not my room?"
She stopped several paces ahead of him and glanced back, that dangerous innocent wide eyed look on her face, "You owe me, remember? Selene stayed a few days in my room."
James groaned, "Thats-" He stopped himself. Did he want to argue that point? Did he really have the energy to stick his hand right in the bear trap she just set? "-fine. He can have my room for a few days."
Merida flashed a triumphant smile, "Good, I'll go ahead and get everything ready at the apartment."
She practically skipped her way down the cat walk and out the door. James groaned and scrubbed at his face with both hands. "Great... just... great."
When Adrian eventually did wake, he'd find himself nestled into an unfamiliar bed pushed up against the corner in an unfamiliar room. The smell of cologne lingered faintly in the air, a light spice that may spark a memory of the scent clinging to his sister on occasion. The grey-blue walls dimmed by shadows, curtains drawn, lights off. Of course, posters and other such decorative objects stood out against the light colored walls. Glow in the dark stars dotted the ceiling as well, patterned off of real world constellations that were visible from earth, not the lunar surface. The desk was clear of knick-knacks and memorabilia, a charging station for electronics neatly set up with multiple monitors. It was at least quiet, if one disregarded the noises from the apartment above and the soft chatter from beyond the door.