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"HmmmmhmhWHATTHE FUCK!" Graceful as always, Milo began thrashing around with his blanket that seemed to smother him. "DEMON! DEMON!"

As much as she was freaking out she had to laugh at Milo, "Calm down, there's just low gravity, no demons." She was currently trying to push herself down to her bed and grab on, "Shit, what do we do to get the gravity back? Fuckityfuck."

Just then, the gravity turned right back on, sending Milo crashing back first into the hard floor as everything dropped once again. He still struggled with the comforter.

Aella landed on her bed and huffed, glaring at the ceiling before standing up and looking around, wary of walking incase the gravity disappeared again, "You alright Milo?"

"Can you get this fucking thing off of me?!" he seemed *very agitated. No way it was just from that blanket, but since it covered his entire body she was unable to see his body language.

"Sure, just hold still." She said, chuckling slightly as she walked over to him and grabbed the nearest side that she saw, starting to untangle him from the blanket carefully.

When it was finally off of him, Milo scrambled to his feet, his eyes wide and unblinking like he had just seen a ghost. Nightmares.

Anneliese folded up the blanket and set it on his bed, "Better?" She looked at him and smiled lightly, walking to her bed and sitting on the edge of it.

He shook his head. "N-no, it ain't. "
His voice had an unstable undertone as it quivered through the open space between them.

"What's wrong?" She asked softly, her head tilting to the side slightly. Standing up again, she walked over to him but kept a slight distance between them, not wanting to intrude on his space.

He laughed bitterly, running a hand through his sweat-soaked hair. "It just hit me, m-man. We're alone. Alone. No one else but us, and we're gonna fucking die on a floating trashcan traveling to some shitshow of a planet."

She went silent for a moment before speaking, "You're not wrong. We're most likely going to die on here. Are you going to fill all that time moping though?" A small smile appeared on her face, "We're all alone on here. No one's going to stop us from playing basketball, or messing with panels, playing music if we can, drinking, goofing off. There's no one here to stop us."

"But for 90 years?" He shook his head and sighed. "Eventually the beer's gonna be gone, the basketball'll go flat, and the music gets boring. What then?"

"There's gotta be more stuff to do," She said with a shrug, "There can't just be basketball. Maybe there's a library, or books, or a pool, something."

His breathing became more and more stable as he sat there in silence, blinking rapidly.
"Jesus, this is day one. What am I gonna do in a month?" The joke seemed to lighten the air a bit..

She laughed lightly and shrugged, "At least you're not awake all alone and trying to figure out something to do, I'm here too." Anneliese looked out the window one more time before sighing, "Well, do I even try to get more sleep?"

He shrugged. "Ya can if you want, but I'mma head to the basketball court." He stood up from the bed and groaned, arching his back until it cracked.

"I think I'll try to get a few more hours of sleep, you go play basketball and try not to die." She headed back to her bed and flopped down, rolling over and burying herself in the blanket.

"No promises," he said with a grin, turning around to walk out of the dorm.

She chuckled lightly and closed her eyes, snuggling into thre blanket and falling asleep relatively quickly.

He was still playing the next time she had gotten up, the tumpthumpthump of the basketball steadily ringing throughout the ship.

Anneliese sighed and rolled onto her back, her eyes opening slowly. She had actually gotten a nice amount of sleep in and she said up with a small yawn, shuffling to her feet and out of the dorm.

There was a loud grunt and a thud, then the sound of Milo cursing aggressively.

"You still alive Milo?" She called as she made her way to the court, hearing the thud and cursing that followed. A slight smile appeared on her face and she chuckled, finally reaching the court and seeing him.

"Yeah," he said, laying spread eagle under one of the rims with the basketball rolling slowly towards the far left wall. His shirt was balled up in the corner, exposing his torso. He indeed had abs.