Oz is a little more distracted by the sight before them, his expression a mixture of the confused surprise as well as slight awe as his mind tries to comprehend what he's looking at since nothing here is currently recognizable.
Well, almost nothing, and leans a little to one side to reach up with his free hand to grab at Gil's wild spirit of a sleeve to pull it out of his face and down to assist but also to make sure the other is still there. He hates when lapses like this happen—it makes him nervous but he tries not to think too deeply on it, his grip curling a little tighter around the sleeve of his friend's coat.
"Hey, Gil..." ( don't mind him completely ignoring your expressed and valid concern, Gil; he's sure you'll figure that out for them like you always do! while you're at solving the impossible mysteries that are free gifts on the cruise of short-term memory loss, though... ) Oz glances up at the other. "...What is it we're crashing?"
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Oz is a little more distracted by the sight before them, his expression a mixture of the confused surprise as well as slight awe as his mind tries to comprehend what he's looking at since nothing here is currently recognizable.
Well, almost nothing, and leans a little to one side to reach up with his free hand to grab at Gil's wild spirit of a sleeve to pull it out of his face and down to assist but also to make sure the other is still there. He hates when lapses like this happen—it makes him nervous but he tries not to think too deeply on it, his grip curling a little tighter around the sleeve of his friend's coat.
"Hey, Gil..." ( don't mind him completely ignoring your expressed and valid concern, Gil; he's sure you'll figure that out for them like you always do! while you're at solving the impossible mysteries that are free gifts on the cruise of short-term memory loss, though... ) Oz glances up at the other. "...What is it we're crashing?"