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Who: Anders and Adalwolfe
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Tourist
When: Today
[It wasn't planned. Not exactly. Technically, he'd been 'planning' for months. Before he and Wolfe had gone to sleep and woken months later, though that little interruption had ruined some of it. He'd gotten it back on track in the time since they'd woken back up and now...and now the only thing left he was waiting on was himself.
He was the only thing either of them had been waiting on, really, the rest of it was just an excuse.
They didn't feel comfortable staying on this planet when night rolled around, something about the emptiness was too eerie, so Anders feigned disinterest in even leaving their bed for that day and knew he had until the planet's nightfall to set up. 'Setting up' wasn't much, it involved making sure the kittens were comfortably set up in the clinic, straightening the room and going to the Iskaulit to fetch the pet project he'd been working on for a while now. It was slow to grow, but worth the wait. The last thing he picked up was a bottle of wine.
All that was left was to wait and try not to focus on the deafening pound of his own heartbeat.
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Tourist
When: Today
[It wasn't planned. Not exactly. Technically, he'd been 'planning' for months. Before he and Wolfe had gone to sleep and woken months later, though that little interruption had ruined some of it. He'd gotten it back on track in the time since they'd woken back up and now...and now the only thing left he was waiting on was himself.
He was the only thing either of them had been waiting on, really, the rest of it was just an excuse.
They didn't feel comfortable staying on this planet when night rolled around, something about the emptiness was too eerie, so Anders feigned disinterest in even leaving their bed for that day and knew he had until the planet's nightfall to set up. 'Setting up' wasn't much, it involved making sure the kittens were comfortably set up in the clinic, straightening the room and going to the Iskaulit to fetch the pet project he'd been working on for a while now. It was slow to grow, but worth the wait. The last thing he picked up was a bottle of wine.
All that was left was to wait and try not to focus on the deafening pound of his own heartbeat.