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The Park, Thursday Morning
Thursday, October 30th, 2014 01:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
suitably_heroicIt was a nice day out. Atton thought it was, anyway, though that might've been the fact that he was feeling sort of all right this morning. He knew better than to hope this meant his brain was finished finding new ways to make him feel like hell, and yet he still did it anyway.
Anyway, time for a walk. He was planning to spend most, if not all, of the weekend on Dantooine fixing the electrical system, so a little air would do him good. Made him miss Bao-Dur, though. His own electrical expertise was largely starship-based and he only had the most rudimentary knowledge of some of the stuff he was dealing with.
Eventually, he got to a bench in the park and sat down. Maybe he could try one of those damned meditation exercises they'd used to run through on the Hawk. Try and find some inner peace, or something.
He shut his eyes.
A leaf hit him in the face.
"I hate the outdoors," he muttered.
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Anyway, time for a walk. He was planning to spend most, if not all, of the weekend on Dantooine fixing the electrical system, so a little air would do him good. Made him miss Bao-Dur, though. His own electrical expertise was largely starship-based and he only had the most rudimentary knowledge of some of the stuff he was dealing with.
Eventually, he got to a bench in the park and sat down. Maybe he could try one of those damned meditation exercises they'd used to run through on the Hawk. Try and find some inner peace, or something.
He shut his eyes.
A leaf hit him in the face.
"I hate the outdoors," he muttered.
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