Into The Drift (closed rp with slap-happy-bruner)
With the call commencing the start to yet another day and a required drift, Kristian had rolled off the bottom bunk. Sore as he detangled from the limbs that had previously in the night worked to set him back into his place. His body was one to easily leave a mark, and so the array of black, blue, purple, and green bruises seemed to be nearly everywhere and his hair an utter birds nest. He worked fast, and within the limit of three minutes, the short Finnish Ranger was dressed and ready to head to the Drivesuit Room. With a swift kick he woke up the Serbian Ranger who could probably sleep through the middle of a hurricane before he left.
He strode, proudly through the corridors and halls, up and down certain platforms and the likes until he reached the room. He was always one to be there in a jiffy. It didn't take too long for the Serbian Ranger to follow behind and catch up to Kristian, dressed in his set of military issued coveralls. "So, you ready to accept that you canno' shake the kid?" Aleksander asked Kristian whos attention was deadset on being as professional as possible today.
"When hell freezes o'er." Kristian responded, earning a laugh from the large Serbian Ranger. "I believe hell already has. It's call'd Finland." Aleksander teased as he moved to smack Kristian upside the head. Only earning an angered and tired huff as the entered the Drivesuit Room together. On the inside of Kristians mind, he was kind of hoping the initial drift could and would scare off the kid. Perhaps if all the horrors collected between the existing team and the risidual memories of Matias stored deep within Gos didn't do it, then the memories of adultery commited might. He could only cross his fingers and hope that the kid would back down.
Whereas Aleksander was willing and happy to accept the kid into the team. Sometimes things happened for the better. And this? This was most likely a chance to prove that.
