Sep. 24th, 2020

suitably_heroic: (dsp: side-eye)
The kids kept asking to see him. Or at least two of them did. The ones Atton had pulled out of really bad situations to get them here.

And Atton was out of trips to be on for the time being.

So... he hid retreated to his quarters. He'd been there for two days now, meditating, bouncing things off the wall, smoking the last of the cigarettes he'd brought with him from Earth. Restless, or too restful, the desire to run competing with the desire to lay down and sleep for the next few months. Maybe longer.

By day three, he was attempting to meditate while standing upside down on his dinner table.

Yeah. This wasn't working.

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