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fandomtownies2022-07-07 10:28 pm
pocketpretzels) wrote in fandomtownies2022-07-07 10:28 pm
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Trooper Station, Friday
Following Miss Smith's food class, Watts headed to the station. As per usual, there wasn't a lot to be done besides paperwork ("You there. My writing is atrocious. You fill it out, and bring it to me to sign," he instructed... one of the Troopers. Couldn't remember the name.), so there he was, sitting on the corner of his desk, flipping through a Portugese phrasebook.
"Meu postilhão foi atingido por um raio," he murmured to himself. "Well. Some things haven't changed, it seems." He couldn't help but recall the conversation he'd held with Jack, a lifetime ago it felt like now, where he'd suggested they sail to Portugal together. And for the first time in a long time, there was no aching emptiness as he did so.
Some things, on the other hand, certainly had changed.
[ooc: open! though will be SP in the afternoon as I am dragged off to an In Person Work Function. again.]
"Meu postilhão foi atingido por um raio," he murmured to himself. "Well. Some things haven't changed, it seems." He couldn't help but recall the conversation he'd held with Jack, a lifetime ago it felt like now, where he'd suggested they sail to Portugal together. And for the first time in a long time, there was no aching emptiness as he did so.
Some things, on the other hand, certainly had changed.
[ooc: open! though will be SP in the afternoon as I am dragged off to an In Person Work Function. again.]