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Mar. 1st, 2021 07:05 pmLuther misses the moon for a lot of different reasons.
Always quiet, for one, which was comforting more often than boring. He could make a few adjustments and take a few precautions here and there and enjoy feeling weightless, whenever he wanted. He knew his role, too-- a sense of purpose.
Only at least two of those things would be a pretense, at best an escape and at worst a joke.
It's not like he can go back to the moon, anyway, and it's not like it's his moon. But maybe he can look, maybe get to know this moon a little better, and that's how he ends up at some store that sells telescopes, at the same time there's some kind of... what, a field trip? A huge milling group of children in uniforms flooding into the store and Luther tries to be really careful as he pays for his purchase and attempts to extricate himself.
He's successful right up until he's outside the store and he steps onto some kind of chalk drawing, space hopscotch or something. The little boy responsible for it starts to cry, of course, and as Luther backs away, he nearly trips over a little girl, who takes one look up at him and screams.
"Sorry," Luther says helplessly, and sort of lopes down the street.
Always quiet, for one, which was comforting more often than boring. He could make a few adjustments and take a few precautions here and there and enjoy feeling weightless, whenever he wanted. He knew his role, too-- a sense of purpose.
Only at least two of those things would be a pretense, at best an escape and at worst a joke.
It's not like he can go back to the moon, anyway, and it's not like it's his moon. But maybe he can look, maybe get to know this moon a little better, and that's how he ends up at some store that sells telescopes, at the same time there's some kind of... what, a field trip? A huge milling group of children in uniforms flooding into the store and Luther tries to be really careful as he pays for his purchase and attempts to extricate himself.
He's successful right up until he's outside the store and he steps onto some kind of chalk drawing, space hopscotch or something. The little boy responsible for it starts to cry, of course, and as Luther backs away, he nearly trips over a little girl, who takes one look up at him and screams.
"Sorry," Luther says helplessly, and sort of lopes down the street.
