monologue: icons by <user name="manual"> are commissioned, please dnt w/o asking. (viii.)
juno "disastrous dame" steel. ([personal profile] monologue) wrote in [community profile] xistentiaooc 2017-09-24 05:25 am (UTC)

[ juno doesn't really have words as he rolls over in the sand for a hot second, patting himself down slowly. keys to his non-existent car that's somewhere in the martian desert still, his blaster is somehow still in its holster, though the cartridges are probably soaked, wallet, yeah. yeah... just... he's not all put together, not all there, but he's getting somewhere at least. as he sits up, his head throbs, the cybernetic right eye going absolutely wild with colors and readjustments to having gotten salt and sand all over it--

REBOOTING. PLEASE WAIT.

this. oh this sucks. that's one eye going dark while the other tries to adjust to the sudden impact of only seeing half the world again. may as well cover that up while the theia is working its magic, huddling in his drenched coat for just a few moments longer before shepard's quick steps return and he peeks out of his only good eye to see the hoodie in her hand. ]


My hero, [ because as juno (hesitantly) takes the hoodie, he realizes just how terrible at retaining heat his coat is right now and all he wants is to be dry and warm.

this is a start.

god he doesn't deserve this. but. he's going to shuck off his coat quickly and pull the hoodie on over his shoulders, narrower than the deceptively well-cut coat indicates. that feels... so much better already, even if he has to listen to the theia countdown the seconds to full restore (54... 53... 52... 51...) ]
You make a habit out of cleaning up the water?

[ bc he's garbage u get it but he's also asking for a real reason ok. ]

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