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Has nothing to do with what I have published, but see, a rat Jason
My own icon is roasting me, guys. Damn.
I should be doing something productive like cleaning the house or even finding that missing parcel but nope
I am apparently going to make a dr3 trailer now okay
So, I kinda wanted to try the new doodle post thingy and I can honestly say I am okay with it. I think it's a cool concept, but that's just me.
Since I’m going to be pulling another 24 hours of no sleep and I’m dying of boredom..
Send me allll the asks..
Anything at all.
Tell me a story.
Tell me a joke.
When looking at my blog; how do you think I am in real life?
What are your plans for today?
need advice?
Need me to yell at someone for you?
C’mon down folks
Boredom kills
@r4gn0r0k
The ship itself didn’t provide much in terms of entertainment. They were currently locked in place inside an unused access port, so actually getting to fly the beast wasn’t an option. Keith wasn’t much of a conversationalist. Well, he liked talking very much actually, but it was nothing that Karen actually wanted to hear. Not here, and definitely not now.
Kinzie had threatened to shoot her if she as much as said another word while she was busy with repairs. Karen had wanted to offer a hand at helping. After all, the great rust bucket had a lot in common with most of the vehicles that had passed through her hand back on Earth, but the redhead was honestly goddamn terrifying at times.
The only person on the ship with whom she could have cracked some fun and hung out was Shaundi, but Karen couldn’t find her hiding place. She suspected the closed door off the deck, but if the girl wanted her moment alone, Karen wasn’t intending on ruining it.
That left one other person on the ship that Karen could effectively bother.
“Yo Matt” she called out with a shit-eating grin, propped up against the top rail.
he’s friendly, i swear