[ The soles of his boots thud softly as Murphy climbs up the stairs. His hands dive into the pockets of his jacket. The one he had come with, all ragged and patchworked. It was the only thing he'd kept, the only thing he considers his. The rest of his attire is new and appropriate for this era. ]
Yeah, yeah. Different universe, different world, different bombs.
[ He gives pause, a slight hesitation when Ronan gives him the space to enter his room once they reached the top landing. Murphy already assumes what the room is going to look like, chaotic and in disarray but when he steps in, it's anything but.
Murphy catches his breath into his lungs. He's stepped in far enough and stands at the right angle to take in the room. Which is a lot to take in, truthfully.
He wanders to the outlook window and beyond that he is looking out into space. It's a familiar view, almost. ] How the hell did you do that? [ He says to the window, not bothering to look back at Ronan. ]
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Yeah, yeah. Different universe, different world, different bombs.
[ He gives pause, a slight hesitation when Ronan gives him the space to enter his room once they reached the top landing. Murphy already assumes what the room is going to look like, chaotic and in disarray but when he steps in, it's anything but.
Murphy catches his breath into his lungs. He's stepped in far enough and stands at the right angle to take in the room. Which is a lot to take in, truthfully.
He wanders to the outlook window and beyond that he is looking out into space. It's a familiar view, almost. ] How the hell did you do that? [ He says to the window, not bothering to look back at Ronan. ]