seeing zathura again was always a bit of a delight. they didn't know what to expect from her.. well, maybe they did have a general idea. but there was so much change. and seeing someone a few times over the ages makes them a lot more open to potential changes and shifts.

but atieno wasn't looking to be too existential at this moment. they just smiled as they were approaching her at this late night hangout spot just outside of the andromeda galaxy, where it seemed to be constantly buzzing.

☾ ─── ⋆ blue eyes widen just a tad when she notices the food that's piled onto the table. a soft smile crosses her lips as she sits down. ❛ i'm fine. really. ❜ back leans into the chair. it's not everyday you leap to a friend , who knows that a rough landing requires two to three business days to recover. ❛ just , sore is all. ❜

@timecruise ♡'d for a starter !!

Catching up with Zathura was .. a refreshing experience. Being around someone that they had encountered over a few iterations is a good connection. Something that they didn't want to take for granted given how many people were incredibly transient.

As if they weren't transient themself. But they had a permanence many didn't. That was always the difference.

".... I can't believe that's what you've been hearing." They have to comment on the things Zee was sharing with them, genuinely taken aback by her updates.

"The stars out here is truly a wild place then." They muttered while shaking their head before feeling her link her arms with theirs.

"me too," donna says. "unfortunately, for me and for you, it rarely works out in my favor. really, all this space stuff? i have nothing. can't even change a spark plug, that's me. i'm out here, though, aren't i? and between you and me, i think i do just fine."

@timecruise

Everything was getting to be too much lately, the deadlines of his novels piling up; Melvin had tried branching out from just poetry recently. To write an actual book for once in his life, but his editor was expecting far too much. Maybe this was why he'd never written anything longer. It was far too much pressure.

Then there was the ever-growing feeling of how his twin wanted to make contact with their father. He didn't care about their parents, hadn't for quite some time. Yet Mellie did, and he didn't want to fight with her about this. How could he fight with the one person that made him feel sane in this world that was so cruel?

Simple answer really.