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Trying to Keep Occupied
Who: Reggie and Open
Setting: Workshop, Block B, Afternoon
So, Reggie figured that he probably should get over to the workshop and do as Jason suggested, which was giving his mind something to think about other than the fact that he was locked away from the person he wanted to be around most right now. The junker car (which was turning into a little bit less of a junker bit by bit) should be more than enough to keep his mind occupied.
Today was engine day, he decided, when he got in there. It was something complicated enough that it would need all of his concentration and his mind couldn't wander too much. Like how a part of him was wondering if he was getting excessively attached to Jason at too quick of a rate. Or the fact that another part of him didn't give a damn. He'd never felt anything remotely like this about a person before, and, while he was unwilling to put any sort of label on it at the moment, he knew that it was something important that needed to be dealt with rather than locked away from.
Eventually, his mind did wander a bit, causing a wrench to slip out of his hand while he was staring at the engine and, comically enough, drop down on his foot, causing a litany of swearing that, if anyone happened to be watching on camera, was probably quite funny.
Setting: Workshop, Block B, Afternoon
So, Reggie figured that he probably should get over to the workshop and do as Jason suggested, which was giving his mind something to think about other than the fact that he was locked away from the person he wanted to be around most right now. The junker car (which was turning into a little bit less of a junker bit by bit) should be more than enough to keep his mind occupied.
Today was engine day, he decided, when he got in there. It was something complicated enough that it would need all of his concentration and his mind couldn't wander too much. Like how a part of him was wondering if he was getting excessively attached to Jason at too quick of a rate. Or the fact that another part of him didn't give a damn. He'd never felt anything remotely like this about a person before, and, while he was unwilling to put any sort of label on it at the moment, he knew that it was something important that needed to be dealt with rather than locked away from.
Eventually, his mind did wander a bit, causing a wrench to slip out of his hand while he was staring at the engine and, comically enough, drop down on his foot, causing a litany of swearing that, if anyone happened to be watching on camera, was probably quite funny.