It's a warm night, with a comfortable breeze blowing. The view isn't much to look at, this system is pretty dull, but it's not the worst I've seen.
I'm already halfway through my sad excuse for a sandwich when I make it up the stairs. Basco is seated against the mast, and he seems... troubled, I guess? More moody than normal anyway.
He can't still be irritated that I turned him down. It's been, what, ten minutes already?
"Nice night." I lean on the railing as I work on finishing off my sandwich.
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Date: 2012-10-01 03:41 am (UTC)I'm already halfway through my sad excuse for a sandwich when I make it up the stairs. Basco is seated against the mast, and he seems... troubled, I guess? More moody than normal anyway.
He can't still be irritated that I turned him down. It's been, what, ten minutes already?
"Nice night." I lean on the railing as I work on finishing off my sandwich.