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[Originally, Rookie had planned on spending the morning outside today to enjoy the fresh air, but decided against it when recalling the piles of leaves that were still littering the castle's grounds. Having no real interest in wasting the duration of his afternoon with plucking foliage out of his armor - as that usually tended to be how his evenings were spent once he returned indoors - the ODST could instead be found sprawled out in a nice little corner of Paradisa's lobby with the journal purposely propped open over his helmet.

Luckily for those listening, however, it wasn't snoring that was being transmitted over the pages today.]

[Filtered to those in the UNSC - except the Meta.]

Hey. Been meaning to bring this up, but I have some technology for you guys to check out. Grabbed it back when we all got separated during the expedition. Not sure if any of you would actually be interested in it though, seeing as a lot of it's broken, but I figured it wouldn't hurt to mention.

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[Once that was said and done, Rookie gave a soft sigh before moving on to the next two filters. Since he may as well cover all his bases while he was doing the whole journal thing.]

[Ted]

Doing any better, civvy?

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[Kallen]

Hey... [Bit of an awkward pause, since he was still trying to settle on whether or not to go through with this.] You have a moment?

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(ooc: Feel free to come across Rookie in the lobby, but other than that replies will be after I sleep. o/)

Comments

Awww, you'll always be an architect to him, Ted. :(

[helljumped.livejournal.com]

[Rookie cringes a bit sympathetically. Enough where Ted might be able to hear that armor shift from over the journal. He may not have known Sakura as well as the civvy had, sure, but it was still never nice to hear about people going home.

A friend of a friend or otherwise.]

... I'm sorry to hear that.

all his crais

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

[A deeper sigh this time. He tries not to let it weigh him down too much.]

It was bound to happen sooner or later.

[A twist of his mouth.]

I hope she was taken and put back in a good time for her.

[helljumped.livejournal.com]

I hope so too.

[Then he'll fall silent, trying to think of what else to say. He wasn't very good at this, much less conversations, but it didn't stop him from wanting to try and cheer the architect up any less.

Sometimes, though, he knew it was also better to let people find their own way to deal with their grievances.]

... If there's anything you need, just ask. Okay, civvy?

[Which included free drinks.]

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

Sure, thanks, Rook.

I just... need a bit more time, I guess.

[He sounds fairly uncertain, though. Ted himself doesn't know how to 'cure' this mindset.

But, you know. At least he tried using Rookie's nickname. That had to count for something.]

[helljumped.livejournal.com]

No problem, Ted.

[The nickname certainly helps, but the concern in Rook's voice was still there. Quieter now, and more subtle than earlier, but there.]

Just try to get a little sunlight every once in awhile, clear?

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

[mom stop]

Yeah, I'll try.

[helljumped.livejournal.com]

[Murmur of a chuckle.] Guess that's better than a no.

[no never eat your veggies]