promptfic: s/d, lace

Shin makes sure his footsteps make no noise on the frost that carpets the Derelict. It’s colder than usual.

It’s not often that he’s caught Drifter asleep like this. Drifter is, generally, far too paranoid to not be instantly woken if someone moves within half a mile of him, though a small part of Shin’s traitorous mind notes that Drifter doesn’t seem to mind falling asleep with Shin around.

The culprit of the colder-than-usual environment is laid out on a workbench splattered with grease and radiolarian acid burns: one of Drifter's containment units. He'd been grumbling about some malfunction last Shin had seen him.

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