MCA #4, Monday Morning
Mar. 14th, 2016 04:50 pmIt was a perfectly ordinary day.
Atton had gone up to the ship, he'd yelled at his astromech, he'd poked fruitlessly at stuff he'd fixed like five times before and didn't actually need any further work, and then he'd come back downstairs to drown his face in coffee. Perfectly. Ordinary.
If he was lucky, Sparkle'd forgotten all about last year, and the day could go off without a hitch in its perfectly ordinary ordinari... hood? Was that a word?
"I need more coffee," Atton decided, walking briskly into the kitchen.
He was a perfectly ordinary person having perfectly ordinary coffee on a day that was not, in any way, shape or form, remotely anything like his birthday.
( In which it is not at all Atton's birthday today. Seriously. )
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Atton had gone up to the ship, he'd yelled at his astromech, he'd poked fruitlessly at stuff he'd fixed like five times before and didn't actually need any further work, and then he'd come back downstairs to drown his face in coffee. Perfectly. Ordinary.
If he was lucky, Sparkle'd forgotten all about last year, and the day could go off without a hitch in its perfectly ordinary ordinari... hood? Was that a word?
"I need more coffee," Atton decided, walking briskly into the kitchen.
He was a perfectly ordinary person having perfectly ordinary coffee on a day that was not, in any way, shape or form, remotely anything like his birthday.
( In which it is not at all Atton's birthday today. Seriously. )
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