Jul. 10th, 2015

suitably_heroic: (dsp: obstinate arms crossed)
So these last two weeks, the scheduled Saturday training sessions hadn't materialized as planned. Atton blamed Mical. Maybe by proxy for the first time, but definitely for the second time. Which was the entire reason why he'd told Sparkle to show up close enough to the asscrack of dawn that it could still charitably be called Friday in most timezones.

At least that way Mical wouldn't be able to pull a mission out of his ass at the last second.

The Portalocity station was actually kind of quiet at this hour. Atton found it was making him antsy. Did something smell weird in here? Did someone just go to the toilet? What kind of nerve did they have, going to the toilet?

... That was a weird thought.

[[ for the kid, in anticipation of AFK weekends all around. ]]

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