"With creative dinnertime reenactments." He's grinning as he launches the completed plane through the hoop. It leans into a lazy right turn and spirals down to the cargo bay floor, a faint tak sounding as the nose collides with a crate.
Then he leans both arms along the lowest part of the rail and sighs.
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Date: 2006-04-27 03:55 am (UTC)Then he leans both arms along the lowest part of the rail and sighs.
"Not even two more months left. God."