[It feels very weird to be holding onto someone with muscles so strong you can feel the twitch of their neck muscles as they look around - annnd he has other things to focus on right now besides muscles.]
[Like gravity.]
Yeah, I want to be an un-high-ness now, oka - aaaaaugh!
[The scream is because they're suddenly falling again.]
[They land and he still clings for a second too long but it's purely because his eyes are closed even after the swing evens out and they safely land. After peeking an eye open, he finally lets go, literally dropping a few inches because Miguel is just that tall]
[Now that he's safely on the floor, Boimler takes advantage of it to ruffle his hair into something less tousled and straightens out his uniform. He has to redo some of the Velcro at the top of the uniform flap on his chest.]
[He makes a mental note to ask the yetis to add some snaps because they made him a few duplicate uniforms and his one from home is clearly superior, not because their handiwork is bad but because a few hundred years and the invention of replicators does wonders for textile engineering. The fastener strip on his original just holds up a lot better under pressure while still being un-fastenable.]
[The yetis are clearly professionals, though. They'll figure something out.
[Boimler looks around and gestures at the candy-less floor in this area.]
How hard was that?
[And why did Miguel like to do things the hard way so much? Instead of going with the simple approach of "let's see if there's a place to work on this that's free of candies, where I don't have someone attached to me like a toilet paper stuck to a shoe." Nah, instead it's "let's dangle several hundred feet up, with someone inconveniently clinging to me."]
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[Like gravity.]
Yeah, I want to be an un-high-ness now, oka - aaaaaugh!
[The scream is because they're suddenly falling again.]
[They land and he still clings for a second too long but it's purely because his eyes are closed even after the swing evens out and they safely land. After peeking an eye open, he finally lets go, literally dropping a few inches because Miguel is just that tall]
[Now that he's safely on the floor, Boimler takes advantage of it to ruffle his hair into something less tousled and straightens out his uniform. He has to redo some of the Velcro at the top of the uniform flap on his chest.]
[He makes a mental note to ask the yetis to add some snaps because they made him a few duplicate uniforms and his one from home is clearly superior, not because their handiwork is bad but because a few hundred years and the invention of replicators does wonders for textile engineering. The fastener strip on his original just holds up a lot better under pressure while still being un-fastenable.]
[The yetis are clearly professionals, though. They'll figure something out.
[Boimler looks around and gestures at the candy-less floor in this area.]
How hard was that?
[And why did Miguel like to do things the hard way so much? Instead of going with the simple approach of "let's see if there's a place to work on this that's free of candies, where I don't have someone attached to me like a toilet paper stuck to a shoe." Nah, instead it's "let's dangle several hundred feet up, with someone inconveniently clinging to me."]