[ Information, words, things he knows he shouldn't know but he does. The slight tingle where flesh tries to knit itself back together, but can't. Obstructed. Michael groans, poking at the lump once more before dropping his hand. ]
Yeah? [ A sniff. ] I've always been good at fighting and shit.
I have the enginessss. [he says it through a sudden smirk, through his teeth, since the thought strikes him as hilarious. despite it all, despite everything they'd just said.] Someone thinks it should be up to me to keep us in the sky.
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[ Information, words, things he knows he shouldn't know but he does. The slight tingle where flesh tries to knit itself back together, but can't. Obstructed. Michael groans, poking at the lump once more before dropping his hand. ]
Yeah? [ A sniff. ] I've always been good at fighting and shit.
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Who that that was a good idea?
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You missed the space fight, though. That was a riot.
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[ He already misses the feel of solid ground beneath his feet. ]
Really? Damn.