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Post by avisis on Aug 23, 2011 1:21:58 GMT -5
In-fighting is the worst---it means, ultimately, that no-one's ever satisfied with your obedience because you're usually obeying a command they didn't give. Still, he keeps his griping to himself, nodding repeatedly as he gathers things into his arms, going for two crates this time instead of four. This he can manage. maybe if he doesn't look at Tricks as he goes by, he won't irritate the man any further.
His feet would drag more than they are already if he thought prolonging the inevitable would do anything, but it won't, so they don't. He marches inside. Being indoors with Curtis is not where he wants to be. He shuffles his way to what looks like a good place for crates and keeps his back to the scary one.
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Post by Conway on Aug 23, 2011 10:55:49 GMT -5
It's harder to give a damn when he doesn't have a fucking clue what Curtis just said. Tricks sighed, letting some tension out of his body and going in to drop his last set of crates and put shit away in the more comfortable shade of the building. Things will probably calm down once their packing this shit away right? Supply run means a half decent meal tonight, that'll should make everyone more amiable.
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