Just kicking back...
The Warthog's radio blaring jazz into the air (after he'd gotten it off the salsa selection - how did that happen, anyway?), Morelli was slouching as well as armour and space allowed over the dashboard, the everpresent heat sending him half to sleep. Not quite, though. He was still awake enough for some things.
"Dah doo, duh, dah dah..." he hummed along to the tune as best he could, though somewhat unsuccessfully; he'd never had that good an ear for melody, as much as he liked the music itself. It helped remind him of home, in some ways - a link to the outside world. It'd been alright on past postings, when the thought of going home had still been there, but here and now...
He shoved away the thoughts and turned the music up instead, skipping through the tracks. Yeah, there was his favourite. That'd do nicely.
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"Dah doo, duh, dah dah..." he hummed along to the tune as best he could, though somewhat unsuccessfully; he'd never had that good an ear for melody, as much as he liked the music itself. It helped remind him of home, in some ways - a link to the outside world. It'd been alright on past postings, when the thought of going home had still been there, but here and now...
He shoved away the thoughts and turned the music up instead, skipping through the tracks. Yeah, there was his favourite. That'd do nicely.
((visitors welcome...!))