Sep 10, 2020
Donovan had been spinning slowly around in his chair for a few minutes now, his arms crossed over his chest as he waited for something to happen. Slow and long nights didn’t happen very long around the station. But it seemed that even though him and a couple more who were still stuck around the station, the rest of the crew was probably booked.
“Night shift is a pain in the ass,” he stops his spinning, looking over to the other, bored.
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