by Alpha* » Wed Apr 21, 2021 2:46 am
(Yay! You know me, no constructs.)
Fingers comb through his hair and then resume their position on the seemingly ink stained paper; he can hear the patterning of rain on the roof overhead and the distant rumbles of thunder. Glancing over at the indoor arena and the silvery horse in it, he chuckles - still doesn't like the storm after all these years. Returning to the project at hand the man falls silent. Mission prep is never fun.
“Thanks to all those in any kind of uniform and to those who have been in uniform.”
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“Sadly i have a life outside CS with a job...and other things[color=#00BFFF]”
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