Unsure whether he’s in the wrong timeline or if Abel is….probably him. Hmm….
Glancing around, trying to figure out what to do before his colorful appearance is noticed.
Unaware of the watcher, Abel begins to hum, free hand patting out a rhythm on his legs.
"Should probably rotate soon," mutter, mutter, "fresher grass . . "
Sitting upon higher land, not far from him, his flock of sheep graze. With a warm smile, Abel watches, chin in palm as the breeze blows his hair into his face.
With a hum, he quietly notes that he should probably shear himself the next time he does the sheep, snorting.
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this lazy fucker. 💢
but it IS working ◞
given her obvious
hesitation to actually
get dressed … a groan
as clothes were dropped.
she’s slipping back into
bed.
ㅤ
Closing his eye again, yup, totally dozed back off. Don’t bother him.
Maybe if he pretends long enough Lute will give up and forget about work and come back to bed. Yeah, genius plan.
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right. using feet to
kick her side of the
blankets off ◞ lute
﹙ quietly ﹚huffed.
゛ get up. i doubt
either of us want to
hear sera piss &&
moan over us being
up late.
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Ouch! Looks like that little incident gave Emily enough grace to catch up and pounce on him!
HUFF HUFF.
"Adam, are you okay? Are you hurt? I can call the medbay and bring you in!"
She's checking him over frantically, he could have hurt a wing! Or worse! A hand!
Long legs tend to do the trick.
But even if he’s fast that doesn’t mean he’s paying attention, because he’s running fave first into a light pole the second his attention diverted. Love that.