[It's exhilarating. It feels like he's flying, far different from how he ever felt in space. There's still the tether of gravity beneath that threatens to pull them back down -- and succeeds after several dizzying seconds of flight. He's breathless with laughter. At the peak of that jump, Cain gives a whooping cry and punches one fist up into the air, keeping the other arm still securely locked around Abel's middle.
As soon as the wheels touch back down, he's back to laughing, whistling a loud holy shit into the wind. Best birthday gift ever.]
Knew you were a good pilot, but fuck. [Still, somehow, it shocks him. Abel's ability to maneuver with expert skill is second to none.] That was kickass!
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As soon as the wheels touch back down, he's back to laughing, whistling a loud holy shit into the wind. Best birthday gift ever.]
Knew you were a good pilot, but fuck. [Still, somehow, it shocks him. Abel's ability to maneuver with expert skill is second to none.] That was kickass!