"Next time I'm just gonna get five-hundred pound shoes from the bar," he mutters, with a tinge of amusement. Curtis picks up his foot, puts it down a short stride's length away, shifts his weight, repeats the process...and while it looks (and feels) awkward as fuck, it works. No more propelling himself into the sky.
Okay. Good. One thing down. Curtis draws in a deep breath of desert air -- shit, he's breathing Martian air. Underneath the smell of hundreds of unrecognizable plants, it smells dustier and more metallic than the grounds back at Milliways, but still has that fresh, open scent he's started associating with outside.
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"Next time I'm just gonna get five-hundred pound shoes from the bar," he mutters, with a tinge of amusement. Curtis picks up his foot, puts it down a short stride's length away, shifts his weight, repeats the process...and while it looks (and feels) awkward as fuck, it works. No more propelling himself into the sky.
Okay. Good. One thing down. Curtis draws in a deep breath of desert air -- shit, he's breathing Martian air. Underneath the smell of hundreds of unrecognizable plants, it smells dustier and more metallic than the grounds back at Milliways, but still has that fresh, open scent he's started associating with outside.