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tanteiotaku) wrote2015-09-18 02:01 am
tanteiotaku) wrote2015-09-18 02:01 am
Ten-forward PL
Shotaro had been minding his own business on the couch in his quarters. He had a book in his hand, reading of the adventures of Dixon Hill. He'd specifically asked the replicator to recreate the original print edition for him, instead of just finding it in the ship's database. It feels more real this way. And those PADDs get heavy after a while.
Well, reading was what he had been intending to do, but he had actually fallen asleep. He'd been using his hat to block the room light from his line of vision, but when his head slumped from dozing off, it slipped down over his face. It wasn't any kind of commentary on the book, but rather he was probably still sleeping off the effects of getting the wind beaten out of you by an angry guy with a wrinkled forehead.
Well, reading was what he had been intending to do, but he had actually fallen asleep. He'd been using his hat to block the room light from his line of vision, but when his head slumped from dozing off, it slipped down over his face. It wasn't any kind of commentary on the book, but rather he was probably still sleeping off the effects of getting the wind beaten out of you by an angry guy with a wrinkled forehead.