/TYPES FOREVER.

[identity profile] thom-293.livejournal.com 2011-02-17 06:02 pm (UTC)(link)
     Thom made a show of looking around them. "Really. A building." They were in the last kilometer stretch, damnable open ground. He didn't like it, but this world had geo-magnetic plates that were hell on the delicate instruments of a dropship.

     "I figure ten stories."

     "Ambitious."

     "Practical. And sir? It'll be reinforced concrete."

     Thom quirked a half-smile, realizing the game. Emile was playing him for consciousness, same as he was. For a moment, Thom was actually too stunned to reply. It wasn't sentimentality so much as he just set his leg down wrong and reminded himself about that torn hamstring, thanks.

     "Avoiding ten story concrete buildings for the foreseeable future, check."

     "You better."
Edited 2011-02-17 18:06 (UTC)

[identity profile] evaskullface.livejournal.com 2011-02-17 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
/eats like candy om nom nom

[identity profile] thom-293.livejournal.com 2011-02-17 06:18 pm (UTC)(link)
I COULD PROBABLY KEEP GOING BUT FFFFF LOL CALLING IT QUITS FOR NOW STUPID INABILITY TO DRABBLE. D: