MCA #4, Wednesday Afternoon
Apr. 1st, 2015 04:21 pmAtton's comlink was currently drifting neatly in his water-filled sink. That would keep Mical from comming him again with yet another mission. Right? Right. Probably. Maybe. Whatever.
He was too tired to think about it overmuch. He'd barely gotten five hours of sleep on Monday night before getting hauled out to go deal with some Exchange thing, and now he'd gone another 30-something hours without even a decent nap. He was going to kill something.
Wandering back from the sink, he made it about as far as the sofa before collapsing. Nap. Nap would be good. His Earth phone was in reach, though, so he at least took care to place a quick message to Sparkle before passing out. That way there'd at least be food.
But now: blessed, uninterrupted sleep. Oh yeah.
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He was too tired to think about it overmuch. He'd barely gotten five hours of sleep on Monday night before getting hauled out to go deal with some Exchange thing, and now he'd gone another 30-something hours without even a decent nap. He was going to kill something.
Wandering back from the sink, he made it about as far as the sofa before collapsing. Nap. Nap would be good. His Earth phone was in reach, though, so he at least took care to place a quick message to Sparkle before passing out. That way there'd at least be food.
But now: blessed, uninterrupted sleep. Oh yeah.
[[ may become more of a linkdrop as the day goes on, depending. open post, though. ]]