||[Aug. 29th, 2005|08:58 pm]
With a dramatic sigh and slow stretch, Wash leaned back in his seat and propped his feet - delicately - on a relatively whatzit-free section of Serenity's controls. The ship was quiet on the ground the way it never quite was while in flight, and it felt almost too quiet up here, looking out over the colorful landscape of Greenleaf. It wasn't easy to curb the urge to rush down and outside. While traversing the Black had been his lifelong dream, there was something satisfying and real about breathing atmospheric air that hadn't likely been "recycled" or "cleansed" by anything other than a Nature coaxed by humanity's hands.|
But Wash waited. To be honest, while he doubted that Jayne was really going to take out pent-up frustrations on his person, it wouldn't hurt anything to give the man-ape some time to distract himself outside. And, frankly, while none of the others were likely a threat physically - even River, there had been no soup-making recently on board - time on land was generally a little odd, at first, especially when they'd been in the sky so long. Never knew how anyone would act given a whole little world of opportunities, especially the way things'd been lately...
"Oh, this is so not working," he muttered to himself. Very nearly jumping to his feet, Wash grabbed his cap and started out of the cabin. Hesitating, he briefly detoured to grab a smallish plastic pterodactyl toy from his menagerie and tucked it in the front pocket of his garish pink and orange shirt. There were a lot of really big trees on Greenleaf, suitable for Pthomas the Pterodactyl to conquor.
Thumping down the metal stairs, Wash trotted toward the cargo bay and the promise of fresh air.