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Who: Tres & Loke (open)
What: Gravity shenanigans.
Where: Park.
When: Day 109, mid afternoon.
Rating: PG for now.
Tres had been sitting on the same park bench for long enough that the birds had begun to regard him as just another statue or piece of furniture. He had two perched on his right shoulder, chirping at each-other as if they were having a lively conversation, and another nestled in his hair, possibly building a home for yet un-laid eggs. Tres wore the same stoic expression he always had on his face, and wondered idly if sitting there long enough would cause him to rust. Though... his guns would probably rust before he did, and he wasn't about to let that happen.
What: Gravity shenanigans.
Where: Park.
When: Day 109, mid afternoon.
Rating: PG for now.
Tres had been sitting on the same park bench for long enough that the birds had begun to regard him as just another statue or piece of furniture. He had two perched on his right shoulder, chirping at each-other as if they were having a lively conversation, and another nestled in his hair, possibly building a home for yet un-laid eggs. Tres wore the same stoic expression he always had on his face, and wondered idly if sitting there long enough would cause him to rust. Though... his guns would probably rust before he did, and he wasn't about to let that happen.