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The cargo liner is now nestled amongst the ruins of an old castle - Presumably from somewhere in the UK or Europe. More specifically, the castle is missing a wall, and the back sixth of the cargo liner is nestled in it while the rest of it pokes out. There's also a skyscraper buried in the ground, tilting slightly. Shay is very proud of the new additions to his fort.

He's standing a little way away, grinning proudly at it and wondering whether he should find a way to add a gate of sorts.

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"M'brain's not exactly situated in Kansas," he sighs, leaning his head back against Shay's shoulder. "Was in Scotland."

A giant dragon with five eyes stepped on his old house, then set the countryside on fire.

D:

"'M sorry. There isn't exactly anybody in Scotland t'be bothered by the apocalyptic things, though." Shay says.

"Good to know," Conway says, sounding a little... well, miserable.

"'least it kinda looks like home, now."

"Nothing to stop us visiting Scotland, you know. Somewhere inland, rural, where there won't be much damage." There may be a tinge of bitterness, there. Whereas Ireland may have no shortage of very inland parts, the coastline of Cork, where Shay would really want to go, is barely recognisable. "We could go now, if you like."

Conway turns suddenly and stares at Shay, eyes wide.

"Really?"

"Con, 'm a teleporter, of course really." Shay says, reaching one hand up to play with Conway's hair. "You'd have t'get in my sensory deprivation box for a moment, though."

Pout.

Conway hates sensory deprivation.

BUT. HE'LL BE ABLE TO SEE HIS HOME, so it's okay.

"Alright."

"It'll only be for a moment." Shay says, leaning over to give Conway a quick kiss.

Or a not so quick kiss, as Conway is delighted that he's going to get to see his native land again, even though he figures it's probably in a state of ruin.

Shay is good with not so quick kisses.

"So," Eventually. "After we get back, lots of shagging?"

COUGHCHOKE.

Um.

"Shay!"

Shay's laugh is positively diabolical.

Glare.

Fwap.

"Y'can't keep doing that t'me! Gonna give me a heart attack or somethin'."

"Pfft."

"Pfft yourself," Conway says, tugging on Shay's arm.

"C'mon!"

Shay laughs, heading for the sensory deprivation box.

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