The path down into the valley where Shepard's ship remained had long since been cleared of all potential hazards. Zelda and Shepard were down there as they were so often were lately together and he had tagged along out of curiosity--after all, they both seemed more and more lively each time they returned. He couldn't pretend he could keep up with whatever they went on about together, but...it did make him happy to see. Not that he'd admitted it.
The interior of the ship was overwhelming--nothing like he had ever seen at home or even anything he had seen since the world stopped making sense. He needed to take it in in small doses. Besides, it wasn't like he'd be missed if he was gone for a few minutes to decompress. With a flask of booze. A small one. After all he wasn't on a job.
He propped himself up on a tall stump and uncorked it and took a sip. He felt relaxed as soon as the wine touched his tongue. It wasn't his preferred way of imbibing but the grapes were in full season. The one he filled up on was dry--he didn't care for the sweeter ones like Giorno seemed to.
'Giorno...he's the only one who hasn't lightened up much.' Chilchuck took another sip. Things weren't bad before Shepard crash landed and the abyss opened up--far from. But things had only gotten even better since. He couldn't pretend to understand the rate of the technological advances but he knew a good thing when he saw one.
Then, his ears twitched. Rustling--footsteps. A pair of them. They sounded heavy and unfamiliar. He quickly recorked his flask and scooted towards the edge of the step to peer out over the cracked wooden perimeter.
"...Hey!" Chilchuck squinted to try and get a better look through the leaves and brush.
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But he wasn't on a job right now.
The path down into the valley where Shepard's ship remained had long since been cleared of all potential hazards. Zelda and Shepard were down there as they were so often were lately together and he had tagged along out of curiosity--after all, they both seemed more and more lively each time they returned. He couldn't pretend he could keep up with whatever they went on about together, but...it did make him happy to see. Not that he'd admitted it.
The interior of the ship was overwhelming--nothing like he had ever seen at home or even anything he had seen since the world stopped making sense. He needed to take it in in small doses. Besides, it wasn't like he'd be missed if he was gone for a few minutes to decompress. With a flask of booze. A small one. After all he wasn't on a job.
He propped himself up on a tall stump and uncorked it and took a sip. He felt relaxed as soon as the wine touched his tongue. It wasn't his preferred way of imbibing but the grapes were in full season. The one he filled up on was dry--he didn't care for the sweeter ones like Giorno seemed to.
'Giorno...he's the only one who hasn't lightened up much.' Chilchuck took another sip. Things weren't bad before Shepard crash landed and the abyss opened up--far from. But things had only gotten even better since. He couldn't pretend to understand the rate of the technological advances but he knew a good thing when he saw one.
Then, his ears twitched. Rustling--footsteps. A pair of them. They sounded heavy and unfamiliar. He quickly recorked his flask and scooted towards the edge of the step to peer out over the cracked wooden perimeter.
"...Hey!" Chilchuck squinted to try and get a better look through the leaves and brush.