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Totally Singing Death Cab for Cutie Under His Breath Right Now. [Open!]
So, you know those times when you get really, really restless? Like, to the point where you seriously can't sit still anymore, and you just have to pace around somewhere, or suffer the consequences?
Yeah, Caden's feeling that right now, which is why, at this very moment, he can be found wandering the Hangar, hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans.
Oh. my. God. Why is there nothing to do? There's nothing to do.
Except stare at spaceships, apparently.
Yeah, Caden's feeling that right now, which is why, at this very moment, he can be found wandering the Hangar, hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans.
Oh. my. God. Why is there nothing to do? There's nothing to do.
Except stare at spaceships, apparently.
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Shit, I need girlfriend...
"I'd prefer that you called me Caden, honestly. One unfortunate nickname is enough for a lifetime," he says, sounding rather distracted, and rather disconcerted. The twist of his lips speaks to his discomfort.
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Speaking of which, his phone was beeping. Months and a healthy universe ago would’ve seen Dustin immediately reach for it and do a comprehensive scan of the area, then pull out a weapon and get to solid ground. The meatship, however, had dulled the scientist’s paranoia of the supernatural, not helped by the device’s inability to recalibrate to such a diverse environment; thus the warning was ignored and, after a few loud buzzes, silenced.
“If you insist,” Dustin replied with a nigh audible roll of his eyes, adjusting his rig several feet to the left, “Caden—do me a favor and reset the track on the stereo system over there.”