So Rosen took off and very quickly got lost.

After looking at a few tutorials, Long started to get it. After a decent amount of practice he went to help Rosen find his way.

By the time Long went to help Rosen they were in the middle of no where and almost out of fuel as Rosen had neglected to check the tank before they took off.

"... Really?" Long asked Rosen as he looked for possible refueling options and places to land.

"What?" Rosen asked, oblivious. It looked there was a small floating city just within their range.

So Long took the copilot's seat and helped Rosen land safely on the floating city.

When they got within sight, Rosen started cussing, "No, Long, we can't land here!" he exclaimed, sounding a little panicked.

Why not?" Long asked quickly as he started to steer away.

"I've seduced like ten people on this stupid hunk of floating metal," Rosen whined.

Long paused before turning back toward the floating city.

"Hey! Whatya doing?!" he exclaimed, trying to grab the controls back.

Long shoed him away. "We won't run into any of them," he reassured Rosen. "We just need fuel."

Rosen didn't seem to believe him, "Don't land! Don'tlandDon'tlandDon'tland!" he pleaded.

"What are you afraid of?" Long asked, not getting Rosen's panic.

Rosen slowly sat back in his chair, it didn't seem like he had an answer.

So Long landed.

By the time Long landed, Rosen seemed to have put himself back in working order. He stood and stretched, determined not to appear weak, "Well I'm not going to sit in here," he decided with a laugh that seemed odd. Then he turned towards the door.

Long didn't say anything as he got the Juttle set up to refuel.

Rosen boldly took off down one of the main streets.

So Long refueled the Juttle before going after Rosen.

Rosen was wandering around. It looked like he'd gotten an ice cream cone at some point, his hands and shirt were a bit sticky. Every so often his eyes would stick to a person and follow them until they disappeared from his view.

"... The Juttle is full," he informed Rosen.

Rosen didn't seem to hear Long.

So Long put a hand on Rosen's shoulder.

Rosen jumped, wheeling around and then blinking at Long. He stared at him for a long moment before squinting his eyes, "Who am I?" he asked simply.

Long was silent for a moment before replying, "Well, you're messy," as he he frowned at Rosen's shirt.

Rosen glanced down for a moment before shrugging a little and then turning to walked off again.

Long paused before catching up and walking beside him.

Rosen stared down at his shirt again before sighing and simply stripping it off, tossing it to the side.

Long glanced over at the shirt on the ground, wondering if he should pick it up.

Rosen was already walking on.

After another moment Long went to pick up the shirt. His face turned a little red as he had some trouble bending down in the pants Rosen had picked. But he got it on the second try. Then he went to catch up with Rosen.

Rosen stretched a little, "Yep, I'm clubbing tonight," he decided.

"... I thought you didn't want to be here," Long noted.

"Another one-night stand can't hurt," he stated in a voice that oddly chilling.

Long paused before nodding a bit. "... I'll head back to the Juttle then," he decided. "... Do you want your shirt?"

Rosen shorted, "It'd just come right back off," he stated without turning around.

Long nodded again before stopping and turning back toward the Juttle.

By the midmorning, there was still no sign of Rosen back at the Juttle.

Long continued to stay by the Juttle in case someone tried to contact them.