SS: Heyhey it’sss pretty guytroll Namor! You’re notdead. (c:
just about, qeoff. feeling pretty beat down.
been a while. how you doinq?
==> Namor: Access Husktop for the first time in a while
Seriously, balls deep in work. Military action and paperwork. You would have been looking after your hair, but you were just simply too swamped right now to worry too much about hair. It was a mess, a long one, now going down to about your mid back. Still look fabulous anyway, fuck the haters. Your injuries had healed up nicely, only to be replaced with new ones from the battles you participated in. It was becoming more like clockwork for you. The sickening feel of adrenaline that cause you to jitter before deployment had eased to a mild eagerness. You were becoming an actual soldier.
getting closer and closer to being finished then noticed i had not done the user requirements form for my game menus and interfaces in HCI
Holy fucking shit.
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<3
Oh.
I wish I could do that shit.
I wish I could do that shit.
if you know what I mean.
CH: hey sandreeeehehehehee~
LV: (U)- ….What -(U)
((shame that skin sucks butt))
