"Well...uh...yeah, actually. Substitute honest or straightforward for blunt and you've essentially described a healthy relationship. Not that I would know," Mac coughed softly and offered a very nonapologetic grin before leading Aoba through the cargo and into the ship proper.
The two Guardians could not have been more different.
While Declan's home and ships were utilitarian and spartan, at best, Mac's ship felt like a home, and a very well-lived in one, at that. It wasn't dirty by any stretch, though a bit cluttered, but the mess was clearly organized. Color exploded everywhere in myriad ways, from the massive bed in one of the quarters spied around the corner, covered in colorful fabrics, to the windchimes and mobiles made out of color flotsam and jetsam, there was little space in the ship that didn't have some form of decoration. Even the pilot and co-pilot seats were reupholstered with colored leather and cushioned with bright throw pillows. Books of various ages and types littered every available surface, and countless actually magical-looking artifacts were strewn about haphazardly.
Most notable were the actual live plants all over the place in various states of growth and bloom, colorful and light smelling, and the very well-read and dog-eared old paperback romance novels. The latter were most concentrated around the large bed in the bigger bunk room, a small pyramid of novels avalanching at one head corner of the bed. For all that Mac was the obviously more adventurous of the two Guardians, he was definitely not whimsical enough to turn off his gravity. The rabbit hole in Wonderland would be less disastrous.
"Make yourself at home!" Mac chirped happily, reaching under his mess table and tugging out a very worn but perfectly serviceable large beanbag, gesturing for Aoba to use it if he please. There was significantly more room on Mac's extravagant and indulgent ship. Of course his was a much newer model than anything Declan seemed to keep.
"Alright Cyclops, take us to Venus!" the Warlock barked, unbuckling the front of his armor as his Ghost drifted over to the ship's console and started maneuvering them out into the Reef.
"Speaking of healthy relationships, how are you doing juggling your mood-personality issues? Declan said something about headaches once. Modern science workin' for you?"
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The two Guardians could not have been more different.
While Declan's home and ships were utilitarian and spartan, at best, Mac's ship felt like a home, and a very well-lived in one, at that. It wasn't dirty by any stretch, though a bit cluttered, but the mess was clearly organized. Color exploded everywhere in myriad ways, from the massive bed in one of the quarters spied around the corner, covered in colorful fabrics, to the windchimes and mobiles made out of color flotsam and jetsam, there was little space in the ship that didn't have some form of decoration. Even the pilot and co-pilot seats were reupholstered with colored leather and cushioned with bright throw pillows. Books of various ages and types littered every available surface, and countless actually magical-looking artifacts were strewn about haphazardly.
Most notable were the actual live plants all over the place in various states of growth and bloom, colorful and light smelling, and the very well-read and dog-eared old paperback romance novels. The latter were most concentrated around the large bed in the bigger bunk room, a small pyramid of novels avalanching at one head corner of the bed. For all that Mac was the obviously more adventurous of the two Guardians, he was definitely not whimsical enough to turn off his gravity. The rabbit hole in Wonderland would be less disastrous.
"Make yourself at home!" Mac chirped happily, reaching under his mess table and tugging out a very worn but perfectly serviceable large beanbag, gesturing for Aoba to use it if he please. There was significantly more room on Mac's extravagant and indulgent ship. Of course his was a much newer model than anything Declan seemed to keep.
"Alright Cyclops, take us to Venus!" the Warlock barked, unbuckling the front of his armor as his Ghost drifted over to the ship's console and started maneuvering them out into the Reef.
"Speaking of healthy relationships, how are you doing juggling your mood-personality issues? Declan said something about headaches once. Modern science workin' for you?"