[It probably doesn't take Arumat any small amount of effort to get those instructions; the Nuwa crew specializes in being surprisingly hard to find for a giant refugee ship housing a crew of three. They're always moving; Clover loathes to be in any one place for top long and their best business comes with travel.
They've opted to spend long enough at their latest destination, though, to justify docking the ship at a port and finding temporary lodgings; they're a little cramped but this planet is like a sci-fi novel's Earth, made of cities and commerce centers and though most residents are something like humanoid, it's a major enough intergalactic travel hub to see alien species in and out (Clover forgets, most of the time, that she's the alien now, no matter where she goes) and to provide places even for ships designed less for travel. Clover finds them new odd jobs, Light restocks supplies, Alice goes clothes shopping.
And for now—Alice is out and about with Light (it's taken too long for Clover to find herself comfortable with so much as having him out of her sight and she is constantly playing morphogenetic ping-pong, asking for reminders that he's still there). Clover's sleep schedule has been so decimated that she's barely been awake for hours and she has the studio they're spending the month in to herself when someone comes knocking.]
Coming. [It takes her a minute, but it's most certainly Clover who answers the door—pink hair tied back, a step closer to wearing, like, real clothes in the form of leggings and sweater, and looking terribly tired until she recognizes who's in front of her.
She sort of just...gapes at Arumat for a moment, cogs in her head whirling as she processes that he's here, either he's found her or she's gone insane or something is screwing with her and she can't help but assume the worst because why would good things ever happen to her, but—]
[ Technically, by all accounts, the one who had been so avoidant in settling down had managed to do so before taking off on his own to locate and track down Clover and co. with these shitty directions. Would anyone believe it that Arumat had been spending most of his time hanging around with Luke and Adam, sometimes even catching a glimpse of Adam's... child and his lover? If anyone had suggested that Arumat would be doing something like that for a time before the events of Cradle happened, the space-elf most assuredly would have put them through a wall and then six feet under for good measure.
Anyway.
He needs to stop thinking about that now because the person who came out was not a shocked, resident alien of some sort, but it was really Clover. His lips twitch upwards for a brief moment, because even he's unable to fight off the urge to smile, as loathe as he would ever be to admit. He hadn't seen her in so long (and contrary to belief, Arumat can miss his friends.) ]
Arumat P. Thanatos, Captain of the 13th Independent Armory Division, reporting in; I'll assume that 'What the hell' will be another euphemism for 'it's nice to see you'.
[ ... It is possible in the duration of his time spent with Luke and Adam, he may have grown more of a sense of humor. ]
[She needs another moment, but just a short one. Never would she have imagined an Arumat with a sense of humor. She hasn't quite the confidence to step forward but she smiles, genuine and slowly growing wider.]
When did— [Something in her voice falters, but it doesn't show in her expression. Rapid blinking keeps her eyes from watering so soon and she makes a sound that's almost a laugh.] When did you learn how to make jokes? You're— [There's that almost-laughter again, shaky and incredulous, and her tone drops to a whisper when she goes on.] Oh my god, you're actually here.
flying by the seat of my pants turned into going too hard about space adventures
They've opted to spend long enough at their latest destination, though, to justify docking the ship at a port and finding temporary lodgings; they're a little cramped but this planet is like a sci-fi novel's Earth, made of cities and commerce centers and though most residents are something like humanoid, it's a major enough intergalactic travel hub to see alien species in and out (Clover forgets, most of the time, that she's the alien now, no matter where she goes) and to provide places even for ships designed less for travel. Clover finds them new odd jobs, Light restocks supplies, Alice goes clothes shopping.
And for now—Alice is out and about with Light (it's taken too long for Clover to find herself comfortable with so much as having him out of her sight and she is constantly playing morphogenetic ping-pong, asking for reminders that he's still there). Clover's sleep schedule has been so decimated that she's barely been awake for hours and she has the studio they're spending the month in to herself when someone comes knocking.]
Coming. [It takes her a minute, but it's most certainly Clover who answers the door—pink hair tied back, a step closer to wearing, like, real clothes in the form of leggings and sweater, and looking terribly tired until she recognizes who's in front of her.
She sort of just...gapes at Arumat for a moment, cogs in her head whirling as she processes that he's here, either he's found her or she's gone insane or something is screwing with her and she can't help but assume the worst because why would good things ever happen to her, but—]
What the hell.
[fucking
nailed it]
The smile on my face could not be contained.
Anyway.
He needs to stop thinking about that now because the person who came out was not a shocked, resident alien of some sort, but it was really Clover. His lips twitch upwards for a brief moment, because even he's unable to fight off the urge to smile, as loathe as he would ever be to admit. He hadn't seen her in so long (and contrary to belief, Arumat can miss his friends.) ]
Arumat P. Thanatos, Captain of the 13th Independent Armory Division, reporting in; I'll assume that 'What the hell' will be another euphemism for 'it's nice to see you'.
[ ... It is possible in the duration of his time spent with Luke and Adam, he may have grown more of a sense of humor. ]
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When did— [Something in her voice falters, but it doesn't show in her expression. Rapid blinking keeps her eyes from watering so soon and she makes a sound that's almost a laugh.] When did you learn how to make jokes? You're— [There's that almost-laughter again, shaky and incredulous, and her tone drops to a whisper when she goes on.] Oh my god, you're actually here.