fgdgdsfgfd (poindexter) wrote in valloic, @ 2020-11-27 01:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | !: action/thread/log, ₴ inactive: derek nurse, ₴ inactive: william poindexter |
Dex stifled a yawn on the back of his hand as he looked out at the forest the barns were situated in, leaning against a wall as he took a swig of the beer somebody had placed in his hand half an hour ago. The food from the potluck and the Bitty-stress the day before was definitely getting to him now and he briefly considered whether a nap against the side of the building would be too much of a Vallo faux pas, considering everything that had already happened since he'd gotten here.
Still. It could definitely be worse and he was thankful. He'd heard the true story of Thanksgiving a few times at college but like a few of the posts on the network had said, it wasn't so much about the colonisation here as it was just... being thankful. Things like that. He could definitely get behind that, even though he wasn't sure he'd say it out loud.