[SE] And my head feels like la la la la, la la la la la

I was so cold and lost, nothing seemed to ring true
Then I whispered your name, that's when everything changed

Her offhand response doesn't do a thing to soothe his doubt. If anything it knits tighter between his eyes, the scrunch of his 'brow deepening. Which, could be intentional on her part. "Yes," he scoffs, palm flopping a slap down on the ship rail with deflated incredulity. Well, fuck it, they were here, he's gonna try it one way or another at this point.

Apopo leers over the side of the rail, heat coming off like a tide all its own, delivering a flush to Iskra's skin. "How much is lava and how much is chocolate?" he wonders with a mutter as he hops off the ship. Goose very much refuses and slinks further against the deck. Iskra doesn't push him—the last thing he needs is a husky in heat stroke, or one in mischief quickly boiling over into danger.

The ground feels supple underfoot. It's so opposite of Halo, yet similar in the strangest of ways too. Mindful of his steps, Iskra sets out after Mel, head on a swivel as he takes in the unique sights. "I thought we were just grabbing water and staying on your ship?" he says as he picks a path after her. "Or is there a specific place here you know about?" Maybe the most legit tiki bar ever, for instance.

Love came out of the rain, talk about being saved
Suddenly I wanna live, more than I ever did

Iskra