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MCA Roof, Thursday Afternoon
Oct. 16th, 2014 01:30 pmAtton'd been feeling... better... since coming back from Skyrim. He wasn't sure what brought it on - maybe hitting some kind of rock bottom right before the trip and venting his spleen had done it, maybe getting laid had done it, maybe... something. He wasn't sure.
He wasn't going to hope it'd last; experience told him the chances of that were low.
But today, he felt all right. He had energy, even, enough for super-ambitious things like 'going to the store and finally buying some milk' (which he probably shouldn't be feeling good about) and, now, finally settling in to touch up some of the scratches on the Ebon Hawk. Keres hadn't been too nice on the Hawk's paint job, and the ice hadn't done it much good either.
So, yeah. Just a couple of hours of hanging around his ship (his ship, which he was never letting out of his sight ever again) painting over scratches and rifling through wiring with his head set on a kind of nice level of blank. It wasn't exactly flying high on contentment or anything, but at least he could breathe.
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He wasn't going to hope it'd last; experience told him the chances of that were low.
But today, he felt all right. He had energy, even, enough for super-ambitious things like 'going to the store and finally buying some milk' (which he probably shouldn't be feeling good about) and, now, finally settling in to touch up some of the scratches on the Ebon Hawk. Keres hadn't been too nice on the Hawk's paint job, and the ice hadn't done it much good either.
So, yeah. Just a couple of hours of hanging around his ship (his ship, which he was never letting out of his sight ever again) painting over scratches and rifling through wiring with his head set on a kind of nice level of blank. It wasn't exactly flying high on contentment or anything, but at least he could breathe.
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