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Ignacio cringed as he watched the scene in front of him.

He wasn't sure what his Arra was actually trying to do. Something about a rumba. He guessed. It looked like Richard was trying to move his legs at the speed of a jet plane, maybe. That was probably why he kept tripping himself up. A lot.

And falling.

"Arra," rumbled Ignacio, warmly, in a way that might have been slightly chiding if there wasn't so much affection in his voice. "You keep that up, we might keep the medical supply sector in the green by ourselves."

It was probably the fourth time Richard had fallen over.

Maybe the fifth.

Honestly, he hadn't been keeping count. He had been keeping track of how many times Richard had started the music over at this point--twenty-two--but that was mostly because he was trying to keep track of how often he heard the same notes. While this was probably the furthest Richard had managed to get, the prior time--well, Richard had only managed to last a good five seconds before he ended up falling flat on his face.

"Might be time to give it up for the night, eh?"

He hoped Richard would say yes, partially because he was tired of sitting on the floor, admittedly.

Ignacio knew better than anyone: it took a lot for Richard to decide that he had enough, that he was no longer willing to keep going, that he had to be done with it.

But he could also tell the deep tiredness and exhaustion in the way that his Arra first kept his face down in the rug, and then only rolled over to flop onto his back. He could tell by the way he was making no effort to get up. He could tell by the way that Arra was letting the music keep playing, that he made no effort to get up and shut the music off.

So he'd get up and do it for him.

Ignacio pulled himself off the ground, brushed some dust off from his pants, and strolled over to the stereo, shutting it off entirely. He then moved from the stereo and bent down a bit, offering both his hands to help pull Richard off the ground.

"C'mon, no point in staying on the floor. You only have two weeks, but you also have two weeks."

Richard would need some kind of distraction so he didn't keep obsessing over this, though. Unlike Ignacio, who couldn't stay focused on anything for the life of him for extended periods, Richard had the opposite problem. When he was focused, it was impossible to tear him away. Richard was giving up, but his brain would cling to the routine like a vice until Ignacio found something else to distract him with--

"Besides, there's other things we can do," offered Ignacio, sing-song.

Why was Richard looking at him like that? Was it something he said? It was more than likely something he said. Or maybe it was that he was stuck off in thoughts about his routine, still. That wouldn't surprise him. He was probably obsessing over it, a little bit. His Arra rarely had a routine that was such a persistent problem, so it was clearly frustrating him--

When Richard finally responded, Ignacio couldn't help himself -- there was a bit of red on his usually pale cheeks.

Oh.

That would explain the look.

Admittedly, that train of thought was tempting, very tempting, and that probably showed in his expression-- but he was fairly sure Safira would end the both of them if she even got a whiff of them getting up to anything in her dance studio.

He liked living.

"Not here, maybe later," offered Ignacio, with a playful wink, as he grabbed Richard's hands and all but pulled him up to his feet himself. "No, you know how I mentioned like, several months ago, that I could," he looked around, double-checking that no one was in hearing range--of course no one was in hearing range why would anyone else be here? "Go to space? Like, as Sailor Encke, go to Encke's Comet."

He tilted his head.

"You wanna go check it out? I've wanted to show it to you for a while and now that you're a bit more adjusted to being powered yourself--"

Ignacio barely got to finish his sentence before Richard agreed to go, and Ignacio's face broke apart into a grin. To see Richard so enthusiastic about it just made Ignacio more enthusiastic. They were going to go to space.

They.

Not just him.

They.

Ignacio had been hiding his comet from Richard for years. The reasons he gave when he went to his comet and became uncontactable for hours had varied. Nighttime scenes. Gala. Important meeting with the agents. Table read. His mother needed something. He just got distracted while out on a run and forgot to check in. But no matter the reason, the truth was the same: he was going to his comet, the thing he couldn't share with Richard that meant so much to him, that drove him, that redoubled his interest in space and then quadrupled it, that made him transcendent, that made him increasingly determined to try and make sure everyone else was transcendent...

He could finally share this with Richard.

And Richard seemed absolutely thrilled about it ... so thrilled that he got ahead of himself.

"Well, not sure if you need to do anything, specifically," he actually didn't know for sure if he could take civilians to space, seeing as he had never tried, "but I, at the very least, need to take on my other guise."

And with that, he pulled the strangely decorated pen out of his pocket, murmured, "Encke Eternal, Make-Up," and he was shortly thereafter replaced with the glowing man that called himself Eternal Sailor Encke.

"You can become Basiluzzo if you want, but uh, whenever you're ready, I just gotta," and he pulled out his senshi phone, seemingly out of nowhere, "press this button. And then we'll be teleported to my comet. Not that complicated actually."