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[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Taking a deep breath of the night air, Krycek steps out of the dorms and pulls out a pack of cigarettes. Tapping one out, he holds it up, looking at it for a long minute, expression reflective. Don't know why I want one. Not that I don't know what they do to you. Then again, not like I don't have a whole life to live over however I want.

Krycek lights up, breathing out a plume of smoke as he watches the town, mind elsewhere. But he certainly wouldn't mind company.


[OOC: Anyone else on? I'm seriously bored.]

Comments

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*nods at Han*

Solo.

Heard somewhere it was you who sent the flower the other day. Thanks.

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Welcome.

You made my first week a little less awful. Just my way of saying Thanks.
Next time, I think I'll do it with a skywriter, or take the lander up and do the skywriting m'self.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

It was a nice gesture, even though you freaked out a couple of the dormies.

Do the skywriting yourself? You a pilot then?

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Pretty fair one. When I'm sober.
I'm just the navigator right now.

Haven't got my endorsements yet.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

I have to say, I find the whole concept of spaceflight, make that flight itself, fascinating.

Back home, mortals usually only end up in the stars when they've majorly pissed-off one of the gods.