[Having thankfully avoided the singing, although he did listen to it with some amusement, Cain had gone to take his now-customary seat on the roof looking out over the open scenery in relaxation.
The breeze was bliss, something that still filled him with an almost childish delight. It didn't exist on Mars, in the controlled climate of the colony, and he knew he'd miss it if he lost it. Pulling the journal over to him, he dictated almost lazily.]
If you could keep just one thing from this world when you returned home, what would it be?
[Filter: Abel] I need to talk to you. [You're in big trouble, boy.]
[ooc: Completely open! Old and new CR alike =3]