[ Normally (seemingly) sleepy in disposition and difficult to rattle, Mikazuki isn't a complete stranger to the incandescence of emotion. To safety and camaraderie yes, but even moreso to anger. It floods the ship in a moment so fast and consuming it feels like a physical blow, only funneling out again when the source of it rears its head, equally formidable. Even when nothing felt as though it would matter, when his life was being stripped away, he hadn't been that angry. He'd forgotten it, by that time.
Mikazuki wouldn't have known if not for the connection the ship forges. Maybe he was never meant to know. Whether he cares is a different matter, the tailspin of the ship making gravity generate, heavy enough to push on his small body like it'd make meal out of his bones were it able. He's in a cold sweat from the exertion.
All he can do is latch onto the order once it comes, the ship shuddering, not yet appeased. With Takasugi back in his seat, Mikazuki grits his teeth and rakes back on the controls, throwing his grip into righting them. ]
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Mikazuki wouldn't have known if not for the connection the ship forges. Maybe he was never meant to know. Whether he cares is a different matter, the tailspin of the ship making gravity generate, heavy enough to push on his small body like it'd make meal out of his bones were it able. He's in a cold sweat from the exertion.
All he can do is latch onto the order once it comes, the ship shuddering, not yet appeased. With Takasugi back in his seat, Mikazuki grits his teeth and rakes back on the controls, throwing his grip into righting them. ]