[In situations such as being spat out nearly naked from freaky space birth machines, the only logical course of action for a truly professional cool kid is to act like you are definitely an old pro at this (since you clearly are after three times already, which is obviously the pro-leagues level of space junk floating and ejecting) and scoff at anyone who doesn't have your expertise on underpants med-bay diving. Shit son, it's getting practically Olympic up in here.
After a perfect triple axel incredibly awesome landing out of the grav couch right onto his ass, he immediately makes a bee-line for the lockers intent on getting dem shades on his face as fast as possible while attempting to look utterly unphased - which is difficult considering lingering off-kilter haze that always sticks after a jump. Though you might manage to catch him on the way there, because stumbling around disoriented while also trying to hide your eyes doesn't make a swan of the best of us.]
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After a perfect triple axel incredibly awesome landing out of the grav couch right onto his ass, he immediately makes a bee-line for the lockers intent on getting dem shades on his face as fast as possible while attempting to look utterly unphased - which is difficult considering lingering off-kilter haze that always sticks after a jump. Though you might manage to catch him on the way there, because stumbling around disoriented while also trying to hide your eyes doesn't make a swan of the best of us.]