Watcher Three
Broken Replica
Watcher sighed as he looked out the window of his apartment. It was kind of lonely (and sometimes boring) here when Dusty was away, and he didn't have anything to do today. He'd been twiddling his thumbs the whole day, either waiting for her to return from whatever it was she'd had to fly off for, or something interesting to happen. Neither had happened yet.
Urgh. When she got back, he was going to take her out to eat something. It didn't matter what. He wanted to go out and do something fun, and a date with his favorite space-mage lady qualified. Yes. That was a plan. He pulled his red Typhoon jacket on and walked off towards the manor's hangar. This day was looking up, already.
[member='stardust']
Urgh. When she got back, he was going to take her out to eat something. It didn't matter what. He wanted to go out and do something fun, and a date with his favorite space-mage lady qualified. Yes. That was a plan. He pulled his red Typhoon jacket on and walked off towards the manor's hangar. This day was looking up, already.
[member='stardust']