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Jun. 16th, 2013 12:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Shephard was gonna head right back out to Brazil after Cubefall, but being a troll's tiresome work, and when he woke up from his post-Cubefall nap his silver hand had started writing on its own again. Good thing he leaves his tablet within arm's reach at all times just in case or there'd be some poor bastard leatherneck's life story all over his sheets. Anyway, point is, the hand was on a roll and he figured he'd let it finish that particular biography, so he's just come downstairs now to grab some oddly timed breakfast before going back out the door to see about a whole new world of hurting.
He could be bothered.
He could be bothered.