SPACE ROAD TRIP TEENS; savrou au psl

[onegreeneye]

Theoretically, the Moira’s journey wasn’t supposed to be a terribly long one. But things went wrong, and plans changed, and in the end not everyone was willing to wait.

It was Frisk who first suggested that Ginko join them and their family in leaving the ship, setting out on their own to explore the cosmos without worrying about all the drama the Moira seemed to draw to it. Once he had been invited, Ginko didn’t need to be convinced; staying with his friends from the ship, not having the inevitability of departure or abandonment hanging over him, was pretty much the best outcome he could ask for.

It’s been a good few years since then - five or six since they first arrived on the Moira, maybe a year less than that since they departed, and daily life on the smaller ship has settled into a comfortable pattern, allowing many of its inhabitants to be more comfortable than they’ve had the chance to feel in years.

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[onegreeneye]

Ginko has never been a morning person.

For as long as he can remember - which, granted, is only seven or eight years, but the point stands - he has never liked getting up in the morning. Of course, 'morning' is a little bit more subjective when you're in space most of the time, but there's still clocks and stuff to go by. And alarms. Gross.

To his credit, it's only half an hour or so after he should reasonably have gotten up when he finally shuffles into the common area of the ship, scrubbing at his eye with the heel of his palm. He pretty much gravitates toward Frisk as soon as he catches sight of them, nudging at them with an elbow. "'Morning."

[increasesweater]

Frisk is generally a little quicker to wake up, partially out of habit and partially from having a still-tiny older brother headbutt them awake nearly every morning. (One of these days they're going to catch Asriel before he can scamper away afterward. One day.) So when Ginko slides into the seat beside them, they look over with a cheery grin and flick a single piece of cereal at his nose playfully.

"Mornin', sleepyhead. Finally decided to join us?"

[onegreeneye]

"Mm. For now, anyway." His face scrunches up and he reflexively goes to rub at his nose where the cereal hit him. "If this is what coming out here gets me, I might just go back to bed."

[increasesweater]

Frisk smirks and sticks their tongue out at him.

"You're gonna turn into Sans if you keep that up."

[onegreeneye]

Ginko snorts - and then leans over to try and grab a spoonful of their cereal, even though he has his own right in front of him.

"You flatter me. I've got a long way to go before that can happen."

[increasesweater]

"Hey!"

Oh, hell no you don't! Frisk holds up one arm to fend Ginko's attempt off and slides the bowl further away.

"Eat your own, jerk!"

[onegreeneye]

He keeps reaching over until he's basically lying halfway on the table, laughing. "Hey, c'mon, I figured that if you were gonna throw it at me anyway that meant I could have some."

He does finally straighten up, though, resting his cheek on his palm while he pokes at his own cereal. "'S there even anything happening today? Or just daily stuff?"

[increasesweater]

Frisk might be smaller, but they are still WAY more flexible. They're nearly horizontal, and pushing the cereal almost to the far end of the table by the time Ginko leans back up again. Once they've gotten themself back up and settled again, they hum for a moment as they think.

"I don't think so? Dad said we're not getting to the next planet until tomorrow, and we already checked what we need to stock back up on. Mom might have some lessons for us..."

[onegreeneye]

Ginko nods, shoving a spoonful of cereal into his mouth as Frisk talks.

"More or less a day off, then?" he mumbles. Then he sits up, tapping his fingers eagerly on the table while he swallows. "--Oh, d'you think we're gonna go over more biology stuff today? If we find out anything new I wanna compare it to my notes from the last planet, I think there's still more I could get out of those."

[increasesweater]

They snort through about three mouthfuls worth of cereal and swallow before resting their chin on one fist. "I think Mom might be willing to set aside an hour or two for that. You know she's pretty flexible about this stuff."

Way better than the teachers that Frisk remembers from their childhood. just reading lesson after lesson with barely any time for questions in between...looking back, they might as well have been trying to just program the whole class.

[onegreeneye]

"Yeah! I'll talk to her about that." He nods with the sort of enthuiasm that he mostly just shows when there's an opportunity to be a huge nerd, and then shovels more cereal into his mouth.

He does, however, also catch sight of how much cereal Frisk has fit into their mouth before they swallow, and nearly chokes with laughter. "--Y'looked like a squirrel."

That may or may not have been understandable, given that Ginko himself couldn't be bothered to swallow.

[increasesweater]

By the time Ginko is commenting they've already got two more spoons worth in, so rather than saying anything they stick out their tongue and kicks his leg under the table, making a few quick signs in ASL.

'Like you're any better!'

[onegreeneye]

Ginko gives an annoyed grunt, then signs and kicks at them right back.

'I at least know how much I can fit in my mouth.'

[increasesweater]

!!

Oh, it's on. Frisk's face twists up into a weird smirk (they STILL haven't swallowed) and they put their foot down on his to trap it.

'I can fit plenty in my mouth!'

[onegreeneye]

Wow RUDE. Ginko tries to worm his foot out from under theirs.

'I know perfectly well you've got a big mouth, I'm just amazed you STILL manage to over-estimate.'

[increasesweater]

Frisk 'grabs' Ginko's foot with their other as well, and struggles between swallowing and laughing.

'It's not over-estimating if it all still fits!'

[onegreeneye]

'Correction, it almost fits.'

Since just pulling his foot out isn't working out, Ginko instead opts to lean over and elbow at them.

[increasesweater]

Finally managing to swallow, Frisk laughs and swats at Ginko's elbow, leaning away again.

"It totally fit! It wasn't spilling out, was it?"

casually switches to my non-ryslig account

[dontpokethat]

Ah dammit he's not done chewing yet. Ginko makes a muffled noise of protest and signs back at them as he frantically finishes his mouthful of cereal.

'It was SO close. It might as well have been, I don't count that as fitting.'

And then, once his mouth is free again: "And if you keep pushing it when you eat you are going to get cereal everywhere one day. Or choke yourself, one or the other."