"I still can't believe it. That I have to be paired with you. Of all people." Tide pinches the bridge of his nose reflecting on Star's complete lack of respect to authority.
"Yeah, the feeling's mutual. I work solo most of the time. it's how I can assure there won't be any screw ups." Star scoffs. Sending a passive jab.
Making their way to the back of the aircraft waiting, they wait for the bay doors to open. Slowly but surely the back of the aircraft opens up, their eyes meeting a violent forming snowstorm. Ice and snow ping off the metal of the aircraft.
"I won't be the one screwing up." Tide mocks, scanning their surroundings as soon as the aircraft doors open, the snowstorm slowly getting stronger by the minute.
"Will see won't we?" Star mutters back, keeping his golden eyes peeled as they flicker with agitation.
