[Takasugi's laugh rings out over the shuddering metal. Hollow sounds mingle, until it's almost impossible to discern which high pitched groan is organic, and which belongs to cold steel.
He's thrown his head back, damp hair sticking to the headrest.
It's not the first time he's had a joke thrown back in his face, his own disregard for his life trumped by another's lack of care for that very thing. He'd laughed in the past, too, but not in eruption.
He knows it's relief lightening his chest.
Pressing his lips together in a tight line, Takasugi swallows it all.]
I'll let you make the call, this time. [He'll only provide minimal piloting, coaxing the machinery towards the impending landing.]
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He's thrown his head back, damp hair sticking to the headrest.
It's not the first time he's had a joke thrown back in his face, his own disregard for his life trumped by another's lack of care for that very thing. He'd laughed in the past, too, but not in eruption.
He knows it's relief lightening his chest.
Pressing his lips together in a tight line, Takasugi swallows it all.]
I'll let you make the call, this time. [He'll only provide minimal piloting, coaxing the machinery towards the impending landing.]