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WHO: Eichi Tenshouin, Victor Nikiforov, Yuuri Katsuki
WHERE: Oros
WHEN: January 11th
WHAT: Gamma mission "WE ARE DREAMERS, SHAPERS, SINGERS, AND MAKERS"
WARNINGS: None

[Eichi had signed up for a research mission because it seemed the perfect choice. He wouldn't be left behind uselessly on the ship, but he wouldn't be thrown directly into the danger of the main mission. It's both lucky and unlucky that the two he wound up with are familiar with his condition, to an extent. They'll be more likely to understand that if he passes out, but he's already concerned about worry. He's kept silent this whole way about how the heat has his heart beating a little too fast to be comfortable, and how every step they take now over the dry land has him aching to take a break.

He's not sure if they called to stop because they noticed, or if it was simply convenient to stop in this small, shady section just at the base of a mountain. There's been no sign of what they're looking for yet. The tent is set up, probably a little sloppily, and Eichi is sitting on a larger boulder closer to the shade of the mountain, trying to subtly catch his breath. This mostly involves staring at the little O-7G7 plants, just two of them, pressed up against the mountainside and wondering when they'll be able to find signs of the creatures that are said to live on the east side of this planet.

Realizing that he's been silent for a little too long, Eichi lifts his head to give the tent a longer look now. He didn't help with it at all, so that was probably entirely Victor and Yuuri's doing. (Or one of them.)]

How exciting. Fufu, looking at a small tent like this, and how it's a little lopsided on one end... I feel like I really am adventuring. ♪ [They are adventuring. But nevermind that, he's pushing away complications to feel excited about living.]

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No.

( He's not going to lie to his fiancé (STILL PAINFUL TO WRITE, BTW). He keeps his voice nice and conversational, even. )

But I don't always breathe when I'm drinking anyway. If you're holding my mask, I won't fumble for it. Please.

( he's making Yuuri responsible for that, which is not strictly fair. he's still doing it. )

[Yeah, he will leave it to these two. Meanwhile, though, he's going to reach a hand curiously towards one of the fek and see if they will permit him to pet them, or at least pat them.]

["No" he says, like Yuuri's supposed to feel better about doing this. Yet, what else can he do here?]

...okay, fine. [Still radiating tension, he takes the mask off as gently but quickly as he can, then holds it to his chest as he watches Viktor with obvious concern.]

( He makes himself breathe out, lifting his hands to his mouth so he can take a mouthful of the water (warm, he notes, and oddly flavoured, in no way he precisely knows how to describe) and swallow, once, twice, before lowering his hands and turning his face, eyes open, to Yuuri again.

He really does hope he's fast with the mask. Viktor doesn't need to breathe immediately, but he'd prefer to feel this is as natural as possible. The fact he still needs to do this again to get it all down is another hurdle they're tackling together.

Meanwhile, Eichi's curiosity is rewarded by the twitch of the Fek's hide under his hand, and a curious look from the Fek in question. It likewise reaches out to touch Eichi's shoulder, mimicking the same pat or stroke. It's a bit like strange mirrors.

The Fek who had offered Viktor 'water' leans closer, snorting. Both antennae have come to a more sedate rest as it watches Viktor accept its offer, even with all the strange business between Yuuri and the face decoration that appears to be removable? )

[Ah, it mimicked him! Eichi is so drawn in to playing mirror games with this Fek that he only half glances back to Victor to see what he does next. Continuing his petting strokes, and not minding the ones he's getting in return at all, he stays silent. This is calming for his heart rate...]

[Meanwhile, Yuuri’s eyes stay glued to Viktor as he waits anxiously for him to finish. Just where did he get the water, anyway? Maybe the Fek had given it to him from their supplies as some kind of peaceful gesture? Now that the three of them have been reunited, Yuuri knows that Eichi’s assessment had been correct—if the Fek had wanted to harm them, they could have done it so many times over already.

As soon as Viktor’s done drinking, Yuuri practically shoves the mask back at him, ready to help Viktor put it back on.] Everything okay?

( Eichi will soon find the Fek has started playing with his helmet, gently and systematically looking for any sign of hidden antennae. it even tries gently rapping against the top of his helmet, to no avail.

Victor takes the mask back, sliding the relevant parts over his nose and mouth to suck in air; how he'd managed to get all that oddly almost sweet, body-warm water down he doesn't think on too hard. he gives Yuuri a thumbs up before he follows up with words, the Fek who'd been so carefully observing him shifting and dropping one front knee down to carefully lean against Victor, causing him to stumble before he leans back into the Fek. wide eyes look to Yuuri in his surprise: )

I'm fine, but I think they... anyway, if a Fek ever weeps for you? I can't believe I'm saying this, but it might be polite to drink their tears.

( it's not actually about weeping, but it sounds appropriately dramatically ridiculous, and feels close enough for now. )

[Eichi laughs at the Fek's attempts, lifting his hands back to hold his helmet after the gentle tapping doesn't stop. Wah, he'll get dizzy, even from this small motion. Eventually, he turns back to look at Victor.

Maybe the fek was weeping over his failed proposals.]

That's so poetic. They really are gentle creatures, aren't they? This one is so friendly, I almost want to hug it. Fufu, but it could crush me in an instant, and I don't want to make a wrong move. I'll stand here politely, instead. [But he does move his hand back to pet the fek.]

Pet pet~.

[Mission what mission.]

[Yuuri watches Eichi and the other Fek play around, his concern ebbing away slowly. Though he still has no idea what the Fek are trying to do with him and Eichi, any of the danger they'd felt at their original campsite is essentially gone.

Yuuri turns back to Viktor, shaking his head in disbelief.]

Is that what you just drank? Fek tears?

[Yuuri can't decide if knowing is actually better than not knowing in this case.]

For the sake of not thinking about it too hard...

( Victor shrugs, so magnanimous. )

Eichi, I think they'd be fine with hugs! Maybe.

( The Fek that's been shepherding Victor's movements takes a step toward him and Yuuri, nudging Victor forward into Yuuri. He turns it into a slinging of his arm over Yuuri's shoulders, taking steps as the Fek falls in step with them and walks them toward Eichi and his own companion. At least Eichi's Fek is no longer tapping at his helmet, having looked toward the others once Victor was pushed in motion. )

They might be wanting us to walk town again. I don't know, they've been quiet this whole time.

I'm so frail that I would be crushed if a hug is accidentally insulting. Do you want to try first?

[Anyone would be crushed, Eichi, don't be rude. But his joking aside, he notes the movement and shifts to stop petting, ready to move as well. He's only trying to make things light to ignore how horrible everything is right now.]

It's as if they can communicate with their eyes. In a way, it reminds me of a performance. Busy singing and dancing, but communicating clearly through the eyes of your friends and partners~. It's an art, isn't it?

Maybe they can sense that we are also performers.

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That bracket meta is so savage

WHERE IS THE LIE, YUURI

at least eichi didn't say it aloud, which really he could