Ninety-First Mission [Closed Commentlog]
[Though he'd never say it out loud, being back on the ship was incredibly depressing for Jak. He grew up on a beach with the sun, sand and surf, and being back out there made him miss home. His childhood home, not the dull, grey, war torn city of Haven.
Keeping one eye on the comms in case he was needed, he meanwhile preoccupied himself by doing quiet reconnaissance missions and bringing food and supplies to those who asked.
So, he nudges Zelda's door with his foot in an approximation of a knock, a box of sushi balanced on one hand, a bag of other foodstuffs from the sushi bears in the other.]
Zelda, it's me.
Keeping one eye on the comms in case he was needed, he meanwhile preoccupied himself by doing quiet reconnaissance missions and bringing food and supplies to those who asked.
So, he nudges Zelda's door with his foot in an approximation of a knock, a box of sushi balanced on one hand, a bag of other foodstuffs from the sushi bears in the other.]
Zelda, it's me.