Steve's busy capturing the joy on a little girl's face, missing a front tooth and waving a sparkler around, when his phone goes off. He's been sketching for most of the morning, lost in the memories of his home and everything he's left behind by living here in the Nexus.
He sets his mechanical pencil aside (lovely invention, he likes how precise they are, even if he prefers to shade with a regular pencil) and grabs for his phone.
I'm at home. Would you like to meet me here? I have iced tea.
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Date: 2016-07-10 01:13 am (UTC)He sets his mechanical pencil aside (lovely invention, he likes how precise they are, even if he prefers to shade with a regular pencil) and grabs for his phone.
I'm at home. Would you like to meet me here? I have iced tea.