Night 59: M61-M70 Hallway

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A project of great importance. Well. That didn't sound good. Kirk tugged his Starfleet-issue boots on, hopping a little in place as he stood, and smiled to himself, irrationally pleased at how well they fit. It wasn't as if the military uniforms were all that bad either, pants creased and shirts smooth as if tailored to them in their sleep (and

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When the intercom blared and what he could only assume was magic filtered in and around everything present, Kurogane wanted nothing to do with it. This was stuff that General was causing, not the Head Doctor or Marc, and trying to figure out the meaning of it all wouldn't get him anywhere closer to finding the two.

He was out of the door quickly, if only to get out of his roommate's prying eyes, and once in the hallway he slipped on the ring and flung his hand at the wall, effectively smashing the stone.

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