Dec 3, 2016
❛ woah run this by me again. ❜ it was no SURPRISE the concept was lost to him, as his vision wandered, hungrily drank up each ounce of foreign information presented. durasteel walls, cold and unwelcoming ; plexiglass openings that peeked into the foreboding endlessness of space ( COOL ).
legs swung, for, admittedly, he was just short enough to narrowly miss touching the floor from the table he sat on. not a problem. for, eventually, when he had granted himself TIME ENOUGH to observe the GREY, GREY, GREY, his eyes landed upon the impressively regal features of crap, what was her rank again?
doesn’t matter. she’s looking back. talk. ❛ am i in some kind of trouble? ❜
