Chimera Fields a body moving through space

tysm for the thread! Maybe we can have another one set after this?

Almost satisfied with himself, Nine can't help but smile at Yosemite's theatrics, and the smile grows even wider as he belches, queasy and mortified.

Any other reasonable person would be starting to feel the first throes of apprehension, maybe even regret. It was possibly a good thing for Yosemite that Nine was a wilful stranger to any kind of introspection. Alright, alright kid, he waves him off, though he's pleased at being treated like a demigod.

But if you do anything stupid and get us killed, I swear I'll track you down in whatever afterlife there is and never let you forget it. 

With that, Nine and Yosemite became a pair. No trumpets, no brassy fanfare-- just the sounds of poor digestion and the frenetic tap-tap-tap of his foot against the dirt.

Fitting.