[ It makes sense, really. Going bare-faced for a Halloween. Au natural-e, as Amy would call it. It's supposed to be the one day of the year where the monsters are accepted. And well— not like it's really a big secret anymore, anyway. ]
I guess it didn't really think things through— choosing someone from Earth to end up in. It's a bit... War of the Worlds, really. [ Aliens finding this planet toxic to be on. Kieren's face twists into a sympathetic wince. It's a shit situation to be in, in all honesty. ] Although... isn't space really cold, anyways?
[ How was it even surviving out there all that time? And... yeah, the idea of it is... admittedly pretty gross. But Kieren's polite enough not to really comment on it and— well— he's not really got a leg to stand on when it comes to being something gross. His body's barely alive. No blood pumps through his veins. He's a walking sack of meat, really, when he thinks about it. His body doesn't fit him the way it used to, the way it's supposed to.
It's hard to judge how how the water is. It's not boiling, but there's certainly a bit of a bubble going on. He think it'll be enough. He's quiet as he moves the water off from the flames and sets about making a mug of coffee. It's... definitely shit, like Kieren says. But it'll be warm, at least, and Kieren hands the mug over with another little wince, the tiniest smiles at his lips. ]
I can add cold water, if you need it. I'm not... really the greatest at gauging temperature. [ He lowers himself to sit, a bit of a lumbering task of manoeuvring limbs. Kieren pauses, fingers shifting to one of his eyes, adjusting his contact lens. ] Ah, home most days. If you need a break from out there, it's cool to drop by.
[I knew you'd be home, actually. Kieren pauses at that, eyebrows raised. His lips part and he's frozen for a long moment— ah. Right, yeah. He ducks his head, raising one grey-pale hand to the golden string attached to one of his fingers. Yeah. That one. The one that feels so still. ]
Yeah, I— I guess they're a whole thing, right now. [ He can only see one at Konstantin's fingers, but Kieren's got a whole collection at his fingers. ] You've got... loads, right? I can only see one there, but— well, I've got more on my fingers.
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I guess it didn't really think things through— choosing someone from Earth to end up in. It's a bit... War of the Worlds, really. [ Aliens finding this planet toxic to be on. Kieren's face twists into a sympathetic wince. It's a shit situation to be in, in all honesty. ] Although... isn't space really cold, anyways?
[ How was it even surviving out there all that time? And... yeah, the idea of it is... admittedly pretty gross. But Kieren's polite enough not to really comment on it and— well— he's not really got a leg to stand on when it comes to being something gross. His body's barely alive. No blood pumps through his veins. He's a walking sack of meat, really, when he thinks about it. His body doesn't fit him the way it used to, the way it's supposed to.
It's hard to judge how how the water is. It's not boiling, but there's certainly a bit of a bubble going on. He think it'll be enough. He's quiet as he moves the water off from the flames and sets about making a mug of coffee. It's... definitely shit, like Kieren says. But it'll be warm, at least, and Kieren hands the mug over with another little wince, the tiniest smiles at his lips. ]
I can add cold water, if you need it. I'm not... really the greatest at gauging temperature. [ He lowers himself to sit, a bit of a lumbering task of manoeuvring limbs. Kieren pauses, fingers shifting to one of his eyes, adjusting his contact lens. ] Ah, home most days. If you need a break from out there, it's cool to drop by.
[ I knew you'd be home, actually. Kieren pauses at that, eyebrows raised. His lips part and he's frozen for a long moment— ah. Right, yeah. He ducks his head, raising one grey-pale hand to the golden string attached to one of his fingers. Yeah. That one. The one that feels so still. ]
Yeah, I— I guess they're a whole thing, right now. [ He can only see one at Konstantin's fingers, but Kieren's got a whole collection at his fingers. ] You've got... loads, right? I can only see one there, but— well, I've got more on my fingers.