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[From here.]
They break atmo ten minutes later, flames licking at Serenity's nose before they drop into the cool, bright silence of the black. Wash lets go of the controls and drinks it in, letting out a slow breath, leaning back in his chair --
Wait.
Wash frowns. Wiggles the chair around.
It doesn't feel right.
He looks out the windscreen, and is met with an uncertain, unwelcome wariness that he can't place -- the briefest flash of red that he blinks back with a minute shiver.
After several minutes, he gets up, switches the controls over, and crosses to the co-pilot's chair, tumbling into the well-worn fabric with an audible sigh.
There. He leans his head back. That's better.
Some time later, he checks their band trajectory and engages a wave to Bentley Aeronautics.
They break atmo ten minutes later, flames licking at Serenity's nose before they drop into the cool, bright silence of the black. Wash lets go of the controls and drinks it in, letting out a slow breath, leaning back in his chair --
Wait.
Wash frowns. Wiggles the chair around.
It doesn't feel right.
He looks out the windscreen, and is met with an uncertain, unwelcome wariness that he can't place -- the briefest flash of red that he blinks back with a minute shiver.
After several minutes, he gets up, switches the controls over, and crosses to the co-pilot's chair, tumbling into the well-worn fabric with an audible sigh.
There. He leans his head back. That's better.
Some time later, he checks their band trajectory and engages a wave to Bentley Aeronautics.
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Date: 2006-04-03 12:17 am (UTC)He facepalms.
"The lion I'm talking about was Jesus."
Fucking Milliways.
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Date: 2006-04-03 12:19 am (UTC)Oh, wait, you were expecting Wash to say something after that lengthly pause?
Maybe another one will work.
Nope. Still speechless.
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Date: 2006-04-03 12:21 am (UTC)He mimes, in miniature, whapping somebody across the nose with a rolled-up newspaper.
Yeah.
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Date: 2006-04-03 12:26 am (UTC)"There are supposed to be words coming out," he says in a tiny, plaintive voice when nothing else happens right away. "Why aren't there words?"
And then he promptly buries his face in his arms as another round of hysterical laughter starts anew.