Nightshift 39: M41-M50 Hallway
Dinner had been refreshingly quiet after the roar of the music room- apparently Matsuda was sleeping this one out- but even with room to reflect, Depth Charge still found himself at a loss. For one thing, he hadn’t made any plans. For another, he’d dropped his slagging flashlight and bat last night. Three minor issues that, while not exactly worrying him individually, posed a far more formidable problem when put together.
Besides, he had other reasons to dislike the nightshift- like the way it always seemed to lead to thinking about things he didn’t want to think about. Like Primal, and Earth, and the fact that he’d left the entire Pit-forsaken universe for-
I bet you’d love this, X. I bet you’d fragging love it.
No. No, no, no. Not tonight. He’d just have to suck it up unless he wanted to spend the entire night alone, and that just wasn't an option. One look at that bed and Depth Charge knew he’d give himself a far worse time asleep than Martin Landel ever could awake. He left the room swiftly and silently.
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Besides, he had other reasons to dislike the nightshift- like the way it always seemed to lead to thinking about things he didn’t want to think about. Like Primal, and Earth, and the fact that he’d left the entire Pit-forsaken universe for-
I bet you’d love this, X. I bet you’d fragging love it.
No. No, no, no. Not tonight. He’d just have to suck it up unless he wanted to spend the entire night alone, and that just wasn't an option. One look at that bed and Depth Charge knew he’d give himself a far worse time asleep than Martin Landel ever could awake. He left the room swiftly and silently.
[To here]