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Finally, after a long day of doing the roughest work for such little money, it was time to empty my pockets and shed away my clothing for a hot, warm shower. I shoved my fingers through deep denim pockets and retrieved my wallet. Opening up the beaten up leather, I'm not met with much cash. A couple of twenties to my name and my driver's license in stuffed between the wallet slits. As I opened up the fold, a nickel, and a quarter is wedged in there from the spare change you get that you don't ever really want. I've always hated using cash, but at the same time never really trust the banks with my money either.

As I placed my wallet onto the bathroom counter, I drove my other hand down the other pocket of my jeans and obtained my father's pocket watch. I don't know know why I still carry it around, and really it's kind of heavy to be lugged around anyway. But, for some reason, it always made its way back into my pockets. Recently, I have made use of the inside, making it work more like a locket than a watch. Pressing the top button of that pocket watch will open it and reveal a folded up white piece of paper. That piece of paper is a fortune from one of the local Chinese food places around town. It says, 'Running in circles gets your shoes worn down on one side.' I liked the message and the person I got it with, so I kept it. In fact, she told me it was a good fortune.

After removing my wallet and the pocket watch, sometimes my back pocket will have receipts if I decided to get lunch that day, but for tonight it's empty. Cleaning out my pockets is only half the step as I still have to take off my clothes and get in the shower. Get in the shower to wash away my day so I can start over again tomorrow.

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[hjbender]

WIP Tuesday (because I thought today was Wednesday)

I’m back but still not all here, if you get the joke. Hell of a hiatus I was on, but the fandom was never far from my thoughts. Here’s the next installment of the Just Communication series I’m working on!

The stranger gave one last cough before his breath steadied. His lips moved, miming words, before a voice finally rose from between them.

“K-kill me.”

“What?”

The blue eyes—eyes of a starry night—were steady, unblinking. “Kill me. Don’t let. My Gundam …” He raised a shaking hand and grasped the front of Duo’s cassock, pulling him down. “Do it now. Before they come. Don’t let them take me alive.”

These were familiar instructions. Don’t let them catch you, Professor G had said. Death before detainment, Mr Maxwell. Above all, don’t let them get their hands on Deathscythe. Fight as you see fit, but never forget the consequences should you be captured.

Duo didn’t forget. He knew what must be done, what he had to do. This pilot’s orders were undoubtedly the same as his—We must be on the same side. He might be my ally—and their missions were certainly more important than the small matter of breaking a promise to some meddling girl he didn’t know. Yes, he would do this. He would hope for the same if the shoe were on the other foot. Standard Operating Procedure. No pension plan came with being a Gundam pilot, after all. Ha ha ha.

But Duo didn’t feel like laughing just now. He watched Starry Night lie panting on the wet sand, and became aware of the distant sound of sirens. Help was on the way.

The weight of the pistol on Duo’s belt gently reminded him of its existence. Maybe it would still fire after being submerged. His FNS-9 certainly would, he had once stuck it underwater and emptied the magazine without a problem, but he didn’t have his FNS on him right now. The Luger would have to do. He reached back and worked the pistol free, racked the slide, and gently pressed the muzzle between the pilot’s eyebrows. The pilot relaxed, closed his eyes, and waited for the bullet.

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Activity Check: 195

An audible groan fell from her lips as bright orbs watched her purse slide from the armchair she had tossed it into and onto the plush carpet of the living room floor, the contents spilling out in the process. Exhaling, she lowered her weight to her knees as she began grabbing her items – her car keys were the first things she grabbed, tossing the leopard print ring key chain that held her various keys into the purse, followed quickly by her wallet, a flat camel colored leather accessory filled with credit cards, her license, and the little bit of cash she kept on hand. Aside from the main two items, she chuckled lightly as she continued to gather the other belongings, making a mental note to clean out her bag in the coming days. A red lipstick, then a second one, this one a few shades darker. Bobby pins and a scrunchie. The little coin purse in case she needed to feed a meter parking on the street downtown. She kept a thing of pepper spray, just in case, as well as her glasses and the case they remain situated in. Typical things and things that she uses on most days. Fastening her bag, she pushed herself up from the floor, tossing it more carefully onto the chair before grabbing her cell phone and turning on her heels, she was tired and she needed some wine.