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[Clay gives a flattered smile himself, his cheeks reddening a bit. It's been a year since they started dating, and Allen can still make him blush with little effort.]

Flatterer.

[After that, Clay leans in to kiss him, having been aching to do so for days now. He breaks it once, if only to murmur a quiet "I missed you" against his lips, before he continues it, his hand sliding up Allen's back to rest against one of his shoulder blades.]

[Allen chuckled at the remark, before leaning in for that kiss as well. His own arm reaches up to hold onto Clay's coat. The murmur makes him blush a little, and feel warmth in his chest. Sure, things felt a bit muted now that they were off the hand-holding planet, but he still loved this. He still badly missed this. ]

[Eventually, the kiss ends, and Allen leans his forehead against Clay's]

I've missed you too.

[Clay shuts his eyes as they rest their foreheads together, stroking Allen's shoulder blade with his thumb as he does so. There's warmth in his chest from being so close and intimate to the one he loves, the one he missed most during their travels. Not being on the hand-holding planet means that he doesn't feel that same warmth from Allen, and honestly, it's both a loss and a relief. Sure, he loved feeling those things from Allen, and the fact that it's so muted now is weird. But it had also been overwhelming, sharing every single thought and feeling.

They'll get used to this again, he knows it.]

Mm... I can tell. Even without really knowing.

[They certainly don't need shared feelings to know how the other feels about them, to know how much they missed contact like this.]

Yeah...

[That's right. They'll get used to it again. The muted feeling was a bit strange, but he still knew Clay well enough to pick up on the queues. It'll be fine. Probably easier, without having to worry about being in each other's heads.]

[But after another long moment, he'll pull away from the hug, taking one of Clay's hands as he does so]

Come on. No sense spending our time in an airlock when there's a new world to explore, right?

[At that, Clay lights up, the prospect of exploring the moon filling him with excitement. He squeezes Allen's hand, then moves away to get back to the pilot's seat. While he's there, he'll slide on the visor that he left on the dash and pull at the pendant under his shirt, the one Allen gave him when he turned off the anti-gravity in the shuttle once, and lets it show outside of his shirt.]

That's right! So buckle in, we'll be lifting off in five... four...

[He'll head to his own seat, the passenger seat next to Clay. He buckles up and adjusts the seat so there's plenty of leg room- you got a bunch of short people on you ship Clay.]

[When he's ready, he looks over at Clay, giving a smile at the sight of that pendant.]

Alright. Ready for lift off.

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[His smile turns into a grin, and he settles his hands over the pilot's controls, expertly getting everything started and firing up the ship.]

Three... two... one!

[Aaaaand they're off!]

We have lift off!

[He tilts the ship back and speeds up more and more, flying up through the sky in an easy ascent towards the atmosphere]

[Allen loves that even after a year and a half of doing this all the time, Clay still gets excited taking off. It makes it easy to join in the enthusiasm]

Yeehaw!

[Or at least try with a terrible american accent. But hey! It was enthusiastic! ]

[That gets him to laugh, loud and boisterous, not only because of the accent, but the word choice. And Allen being enthusiastic about it helps as well!]

Yeehaw!!

[And it doesn't take them long to break through the atmosphere, then fly into space. He speeds up even more to make their trip quick, keeping his hands on the controls to keep the shuttle steady and his eyes between the radar and the path in front of him, watching out for any space debris to avoid. Still, he's so used to this by now that he smiles as he holds a conversation, keeping his boyfriend entertained on their trip to the moon.]

[He laughs along with Clay, feeling a bit silly at this but who cares? No one else can really hear them in space]

Don't get too fast! There's traffic patrols in this system!

Ah - That's right!

[He saw that post of Shinji's - apparently going just a bit over the limit got him pulled over! So he'll slow it down a bit; it'll take them a bit longer, but he's fine with that.

And indeed, once they eventually reach the moon, he'll touch down in the station, reach back to grab a wrapped up box, then get out of the shuttle, taking Allen's hand with his free one once he's out and ready as well.]

And here we have our first big intro to Cirussa.

[As they land, Allen will take his own bag again and get out of the shuttle, taking Clay's offered hand as he looks around in amazement at the whole city sight]

Wow...this is incredible.

[The station had been built at a height overlooking the city, for both saving on space and for the view. Allen's been to cities before a number of times, but there was no doubt he was a country boy. So this? With all the buildings and neon signs? Was a sight to see]

There's buildings as far as I can see!

[For Clay, this definitely feels like something he's more used to. Unlike Allen, he's a city boy, having grown up in one like this, though there's no doubt that this one's different from LA. Still, he does his own admiring, and not just of the city.]

Yeah... this is definitely my kind of place.

[Granted, there are lots of reds and warm colors - this is definitely part of the whole faction thing. Though he assumes that his own outfit, made of cooler colors, ought to be all right, since there are some other kinds of colors walking about.]

So? Should we book a hotel first, then get some food?

That's right, you're from LA. Guess you'll be navigator for us then!

[Nevermind he is almost always navigator unless Timcanpy is around because Allen's sense of direction is terrible]

Yeah, that sounds like a good idea- [Then something catching his eye] Oh oh! Is that a movie theater over there? [POINTING!!]

- Whoa, is it?

[TIME TO INVESTIGATE!!]

... Dude, I think it is! Let's see what they're playing!

Yeah, maybe if there's something good, we can catch a show while we're here!

[He looks around and points at the exit elevator- let's go bro!]

[We're goin'! Clay shifts the box in one arm, then goes to pull Allen towards the elevator]

We can see what's showing, then pick a hotel and get our stuff in there. I don't think we want to go in a theater with our arms full of things!

[And he follows along]

Yeah that's a good idea. It's been awhile since we've seen a new movie!

Maybe it'll actually be one we don't know!

[Which always still bothers Clay, that Atroma has Earth stuff, but whatever. He'll look more into it when he has the chance. Right now, they're gong to see if this theater is any different.

And, to his surprise and relief, it is! There's twelve movies showing, all of which seem to have the same kind of genre. There's an action movie with explosions, with what appear to be the Moxie as the protagonists. There's a romcom with a Moxie woman, torn between the love between another Moxie and a Savvy person. There's a couple of comedies, another action movie, a horror movie, an adventure movie, and several others, all with titles that Clay hadn't heard of.]

Wow... these are all different!

Yeah, I haven't heard of any of these movies!

[Allen sounds excited, and practically bounces on his feet. He loves seeing a good movie, especially new ones after having to watch the same ones on the network over and over. ]

Oh man, we have to go see all of these.

[ALL OF THEM]

All of them?

[THERE'S LIKE. TWELVE.]

Well, maybe not all in one night. We'll be here for a few weeks anyway.

Well... Can we skip the romance ones? They're really not my kind of thing.

Haha, fine fine.

I'm not that into romances either. Well, save for one.

Really? Which one?

[Because Clay can't really think of a single romance-centric movie he actually liked.]

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