Title: Wasting Time
Characters: Black Jack, anybody who wants to join
Location: Somewhere outside Malaise (FREEZE TO DEATH? WHAT IS THIS 'FREEZE TO DEATH' YOU SPEAK OF?)
Rating: PG-13 in case of verbal outrage?
Summary: Was he really accomplishing anything here?
Date/Time: Day 19/Free Time
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He wasn't sure. )
But Torn let none of his personal thoughts on the strange, quiet couple leak to his face. He'd hardly been desensitized by this place--hell, it continued to surprise him each day--still, raising a ruckus over trivial things like the looks of someone he may never even have to speak with would only lead to unnecessary troubles. So his gaze kept even and no surprise, no matter how much of it he felt, went further than his grey-blue eyes.
...and then Patchwork there had to open his trap.
Not wanting to be rude, but at the same time doing his best not to make his reply sound like any invitation for a conversation, he replied with his name. Then, almost as an after thought, added, "I'm new."
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