"...pay you back," Atton finished. He clicked off the phone a moment later. There. That was the groceries sorted out - unless Sparkle got some stupid idea and decided to load his fridge full of broccoli. Damn it. ... Would Sia mind if he started sending his grocery lists to h--
Yeah, of course she'd mind.
He leaned over and checked the course again. Yep-- still heading towards the backwater that had been the last place off Visas's itinerary that she had actually, honest to Force shown up to. He ran his fingers through his hair - it was getting long - and reached for the iPod he'd taped to the dashboard.
And then he stopped.
Something felt off.
( He got out of the pilot's chair to check. )
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Yeah, of course she'd mind.
He leaned over and checked the course again. Yep-- still heading towards the backwater that had been the last place off Visas's itinerary that she had actually, honest to Force shown up to. He ran his fingers through his hair - it was getting long - and reached for the iPod he'd taped to the dashboard.
And then he stopped.
Something felt off.
( He got out of the pilot's chair to check. )
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