[They've resettled themselves back on the Neheda, hauled in a ton of supplies marked in the old ID sequence, but there's still no sign of the promised new recruits. And when they'd run into so many new faces (and some not-so-new faces) on Selena claiming to have been recruited by the CDC, he'd been sure—
They'd lost track of them but where else—
So where the hell are they?
It's a constant wear on his nerves. That they're out there somewhere, and that they could be gearing up to leave them behind. (Armin, Petra, Marco. Annie. Resurrected or amnesiac or both.) Restless, he ducks himself off of his bunk to head out of the room he's been slotted into in lieu of a Rover, only to collide in the doorway with one of the people he shares it with.
Ah. He takes a step back, shoulders squaring. He isn't overly friendly with November—they don't have a lot in common, they don't evem really talk much, but—]
Hey. [His jaw sets. He bites at his tongue. Hovering in the doorway like he's getting at saying something else. Give him a second.]
day 68. nvm I'm skipping right to action because I'm lazy
They'd lost track of them but where else—
So where the hell are they?
It's a constant wear on his nerves. That they're out there somewhere, and that they could be gearing up to leave them behind. (Armin, Petra, Marco. Annie. Resurrected or amnesiac or both.) Restless, he ducks himself off of his bunk to head out of the room he's been slotted into in lieu of a Rover, only to collide in the doorway with one of the people he shares it with.
Ah. He takes a step back, shoulders squaring. He isn't overly friendly with November—they don't have a lot in common, they don't evem really talk much, but—]
Hey. [His jaw sets. He bites at his tongue. Hovering in the doorway like he's getting at saying something else. Give him a second.]