OO2 }{ AUDIO }{ CALLSIGN: MZ114C }{ MORNING 25

[somethingintangible]

Hey... does anybody know if there's anything to make shoes from here? Like, real shoes. I'm tired of walking around barefoot.

I mean like, real stuff. Not nasty animal hides.

I can try to make you something too if you want. I guess. I'm at the airfield. Hit me up. Or... there's this guy K? He's like a robot or something? I think he can sew too.

You guys all need to dress way better. This is sad.

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[timaeus]

Nah.
Don't worry about it.

[After he sends the message, he sits and rereads it a few times, increasing uncertain. Shit, does that come across as like, dismissive or cold or whatever? He's trying to be extra mindful of himself these days. He knows he comes across as too aloof oftentimes, and it's only ever given him grief.

After a minute or two of internally stewing on it, he come back with more.]

I do appreciate it.
I just don't really have much to say about the whole dying thing, that's all.
Shit happens, you do what you gotta to get things done, sometimes someone's gotta make the sacrifice play for the greater good.
I'm ultimately still here so it's fine.