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Date: 2018-07-25 04:36 am (UTC)
ct_7567: (NO HELMET - proud of your boy)
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Right. Then it's settled.

[ Rex looks at the crumpled, awful expression on Martin's face, and he raises one hand to cup the back of his neck, heel of his hand resting along Martin's jawline, before he finally lets his hands fall back to his sides. He'd spent all day hiking to get here but that hardly means anything to someone like Rex. He's used to these sorts of treks lasting entire days, weeks if he's unlucky, and a single day's work is hardly worth mentioning.

Somehow, he feels exhausted anyway. Maybe they don't give civvies enough credit. This is so much more difficult than he had expected it to be. ]


I'll speak with Akira. We leave first thing tomorrow.

[ Which would be a lovely way to end things if not for one extra tidbit - minutes later, Rex suddenly sits up straight, halfway through a ration, and swears. ]

I forgot to feed the kriffing fish.

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