agentiron:
In this place, with the lockdown they were all lions in a cage. Or one would imagine. However, the male himself could understand to an extent. They all knew what they signed up for and having freedom was a reward, in these times there was an uncertainty that plagued the air with the prior events. Something rash had to be done. “No need to apologize. I can understand when someone zones out when they’re lost in their thoughts. In these times that seems to be the most common.” The male replied back, musing that he wasn’t stressed about it. Not that Noah was stressed about whatever was going on here either, being on lock down. Maybe it was because four walls were four walls no matter where he went. Though, he would miss his bed. Damn, these things they had here were like sleeping on a road of gravel. “Do you think they will actually serve us up a Christmas meal? I suppose we should all stock up on the vending machines just in case. You definitely don’t want to me the last one or you will get stuck with crackers that taste like cardboard.” Let the hoarding commence or so Noah guessed.
zoning out came with the kind of embarrassment one could find in the sticky, uncoordinated depths of childhood, or in our case, between the ears of a very tired, fearsome abraham. agent light’s short legacy was hanging in the air like smoke, and agent iron seemed put together to some extent, empathetic towards the eventual doom of abe’s attention span. he offers the agent a warm smile, his sheepishness be damned. “thank you, mate. you holding up alright, then?”
a light laugh, he pictures the agency sporting santa hats and full bellies. it’s like the twilight zone. “i’m sure the lot of us aren’t strangers to a dorito and sprite christmas. it’s a real sign of the times, isn’t it?” a pause, “god. i can’t remember the last time i had a christmas meal. can anyone around here cook?”
















