[ Some days you're really just minding your own business, for once.

Even with the fans keeping the temperature bearable, it's still easy enough to work up a sweat throughout the day while you're finding ways to be useful wherever you can. End up with the front and back of your shirt attached like a second layer of skin.

Three minutes on the dot. He stands under the showerhead and gets to meticulously scrubbing straight away behind the curtain. Walks out three minutes later with his damp hair half slicked back, half askew, and a towel wrapped around his middle.

Gets a few steps past the center, parting his lips with the intent to greet the familiar face heading in for their own three minute allotment. But the words are stopped with a puzzled look, his gaze cast downward at the floor plating.

Must've been unstable for a while now— happens too quickly for even him to react. The plates split where they meet, the soil beneath flowing rapidly downward and taking everything in the near vicinity with it.

Him included.

He lands in the dark, half buried in muddy dirt. ]