Good thing he ain't drinkin' his coffee yet or he might just have had to spit it out. As it is, he's able to swallow back how friggin' cute and inappropriate it is to put it that way, turns his attention to the control panel, flips a few switches. Music plays real soft in the background in the headsets now. Any talkin' they do will still take precedence over that, but what the fuck not, right? He must've flown up here twenty times in the past couple months and that's cool; he has to know the routes and the ins and outs and especially his way around the maze inside the crater's lip, so this is actually good exercise for him as a pilot.
Like he needs it.
"Well, Chuck. It ain't my first time." He tries pretty friggin' hard not to smile too hard. He ain't even gonna make no jokes about the mile-high club or none of that.
Beneath them, sunlight glints off the water and the water itself stretches out in every direction. Because it'll be fun, he dips 'em down close to the water's surface.
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Date: 2009-04-12 12:13 am (UTC)Like he needs it.
"Well, Chuck. It ain't my first time." He tries pretty friggin' hard not to smile too hard. He ain't even gonna make no jokes about the mile-high club or none of that.
Beneath them, sunlight glints off the water and the water itself stretches out in every direction. Because it'll be fun, he dips 'em down close to the water's surface.