Sep 16, 2016
It is a rather quiet afternoon around the base, and it left one young boy with quite a problem. Boredom. No one he knows is presently around to bother, and he had been told straight up to come back later. It left him feeling a little bit unhappy with the adults, and quietly he wished for another kid to play with.
Right now, he is seated in the cafeteria at a solitary table. He has a pudding cup in front of him, and a spoon to dig into it whenever he decided to do so. He soon crossed his arms gently on the table and rested his chin on his arms. A dramatic and long.groan comes from him. His feet swing and forth under the chair.
