[He always, always doesn't plan for the winds. He's so different to fly in and out of atmo, and frankly, he's found out to be something he can wrap his head around more. So when the gods of the wind or whatever it may be decide to cut him some slack he thanks his lucky stars, touches down in his shuttle, and swears under his breath, just sitting in the ship for a while.
Ssaaaaaah, the things he does to see this woman. He wasn't even sure she'd be here, but this moon was backwater among backwater and he knew she was going to be around here within a few days based on their last transmitted conversation... and, well, someone important from the Guild would be the talk of a town like this for weeks. So he'll at least know if they head anything.
So after maybe three minutes of detoxing in the pilot's seat Masaomi collects his belongings, adjusts his cuffs and puts in his hat to head on out of the shuttle and - so he plans - into town.]
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Ssaaaaaah, the things he does to see this woman. He wasn't even sure she'd be here, but this moon was backwater among backwater and he knew she was going to be around here within a few days based on their last transmitted conversation... and, well, someone important from the Guild would be the talk of a town like this for weeks. So he'll at least know if they head anything.
So after maybe three minutes of detoxing in the pilot's seat Masaomi collects his belongings, adjusts his cuffs and puts in his hat to head on out of the shuttle and - so he plans - into town.]