cleaning stuff [ota]

[spikyflyboy]

With everything being so damn cold, Jane avoiding the whole 'lets go outside during the day' thing because it was just insane, and really, he didn't like cold that much. His stint serving in Antarctica had proved that to him years ago. Instead he sat in the mess hall, his fire arm taken apart on the table in front of him, cleaning it out

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[accretion_disk]

Asher headed into the mess book tucked under his arm. He'd already cleaned his own guns but he oddly enjoyed watching others care for their's. He gestured to a spot across the table,"You mind?"

[spikyflyboy]

"Not at all." Jane was a fairly sociable person, he didn't mind company at all, and company that could appreciate the need for good gun maintenance, well that was just fine too. "Hey, I'm Worth."

No first names, because he wasn't stupid.

[accretion_disk]

"I'm Asher."He gave him a smile names didn't matter to him not the way he changed names.

[spikyflyboy]

Oh, sometimes Jane wished he could change name, but his mother had insisted she had reasons when he asked her -at seventeen even the little things mattered. "Pleasure. New around here or is that just me?"

[accretion_disk]

"Joined in Africa but I haven't been social until recently." he shrugged a little it was taking time to adjust to the large number of people.

[spikyflyboy]

"Ah," he'd heard of the Africa camp, and was mildly glad he wasn't there. "Arrived just after that." Drove from St Petersburg to be exact -well, after the million and four plane journeys at least.

[accretion_disk]

He nodded,"I'm not sure which of these places is better."