revivalproject | [Open] A New Home And Busy Man

WHO: Reeve Tuesti, Mini-C, Open
WHERE: The Glitter Food: Workshops, Belly, Cockpit
WHAT: Reeve's Ship Studies
WHEN: During Ship 'Imprisonment'
WARNINGS: N/A

I. A New Workshop

He feels like he's been walking around this ship for hours, but really, the stroll from the Hangar and through the Main Area has clearly not been that long. At least it was easy enough to do with his ankle finally fully healed. Which meant that it should be no surprise at all that he had found his way into a workshop and was already bustling about it, considering the walls, testing surfaces, and considering a seat in it.

"I wish we could salvage the tools and work furniture from the Restoration to set this up properly, but I suppose that now that we're here our duties have changed entirely."

Mini, sitting on the edge of a table, kicking his booted feet in the air, shrugs.

"Is it really all that bad that ya're gonna have ta relax a wee bit now that ya ain't got nae more buildings to build."

Relax? They both chuckle after that comment. Being one of an engineering team for a ship probably took some time and effort.

"You know, if Cid were here right now, he's be so jealous.

II. Belly of the Beast

"Hold the light steady."

"If ya want ta criticize, maybe ya cud do it yaself," Mini said, pouring his accent on even thicker just to show his displeasure. But he did try and stabilize the light he was holding for Reeve while perched on Reeve's shoulder. The man, meanwhile, was looking through an open panel near the water filtration system.

"I swear when I awoke you, I didn't sign up for nearly so much sass," the man returned as he finished his sketch of the inside of the system and his diagrams of the circuitry. This was something they might need later.

"Perhaps ya need more sass," Mini laughs.

"Pest," he says fondly before moving to put the panel back on.

"Nosy," the cat snipes back.

"I swear someone needs to teach you better manners."

"And is nae gonna be you."

III. A Cockpit View

The view might be lovely from here, if there was something to see beyond the hangar. As it was Reeve didn't entirely know what had brought him to the bridge other than a need to know the territory. There was value to it he supposed, but now he just stared at the sign.

Soon.

What weighty words.

"If only I knew what it meant," he grumbles. "Other than being trapped. Other than leaving without going home. Curse it."

Going to space had never been his aspiration, but surely the only reason to have a ship that feels so much like the planet is because they aren't meant to stay.

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Richie turns and grins at the new arrival. "Mini! Guess who is going off to the hot springs to relax?" He points to Reeve animatedly as though it were not completely clear already. He looks back to his friend and rolls his eyes good-naturedly at the literal answer.

"Okay, I clearly need to do my fake tour pointing out things you haven't already researched. Do you have the makeup of the flooring?"

"Ya think ya're gonna make him relax?" Mini asks with a smile. "Seems fake ta me. Especially since ya cannae turn his brain off."

Reeve has to chuckle because Richie was quite good at turning his brain off most days.

"I will definitely enjoy getting clean. And not entirely. I haven't had a chance to analyze yet."

"Of course you haven't. But there! I got one." He puts the tour guide voice back on again. "See here the beautiful floor, imported from West Englaty, known for their amazing metals. See how it shines? Truly one of a kind and well worth the eight crates of peanut butter the Agrii traded for it."

"Englaty," he says, chuckling to himself as Richie talks. "I cannot fathom the Agrii giving eight crates of peanut butter to anyone. It is such a precious commodity."

"Precious, sure, but they definitely don't seem to be in short supply. Maybe they love sharing it with the universe? The Peanut Butter Missionaries."

Richie grins all the wider at Reeve's laughs; the mark of success for any comedian. "Besides, weren't these floors worth it? Look at the sheen."

Oh no. That makes Reeve laugh yet again. Missionaries.

"My dear, you are a mess in all the best ways."

'My dear'. Richie doesn't smile at that and doesn't blush even a little.

"Look at that, I've graduated! Mini, mark the calendar!" He loops an arm around Reeve's waist and reels him in to smack a kiss to his cheek. "A huge mess, but still 'dear'. I'll take it."

See, Reeve wouldn't have even noticed the change if he hadn't heard Richie making such a big deal over it. He blinks and looks at the man, bemused and confused.

"He may not be all that wrong," Mini observes as Richie kisses Reeve.

"I'm not sure what earned this," Reeve chuckles at last.

Richie was never going to let something that cute slip by him.

"Whatever it was, I'm calling it a super win. I'm endearing."

"YOu are," he agrees, thoughtful. How interesting that he found this to be true. Perhaps he needs to mentally explore that.

Nah.

Thinking about things are for healthy people.

Richie swings behind Reeve and wraps his arms around his waist, chin resting on his shoulder. "You're not so bad yourself, Reeve. But don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

Yes, Reeve will probably sleep instead of thinking about it. But the moment of affection is... nice.

"I am not certain anyone would believe you anyway."

"I want you to know that this, coming from me, is probably a warning sign. Okay? Here it goes:

"You may be a little too hard on yourself, man."

Reeve rolls his eyes. How many people have said that to him.

"Don't worry. Tony gave me that exact talk previously as well."

"So it went well, huh? You really took it to heart?"

He rolls his eyes.

"Let's see...I can probably get Gladio to tell you that same thing tomorrow. York on Tuesday... Maybe we can get a sign up sheet for the rest of the month..."

Of course he didn't take it to heart. Thanks for callig him out on that.

"A sign up sheet to tell me to relax?"

Reeve has to smile.

"You are far too sweet."

"It's really all very selfish," Richie informs him. "You see, you relax and then you get healthier. And if you get healthier, your life expectancy is longer. And if your life expectancy is longer, then you get to outlive me. See? Very selfish."

Well now that draws laughter from Reeve. Because of course someone would be thinking like that.

"I have survived through enough things that I have no intention of dying without another forty years under my belt."

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