To: Anybody who knows me/cares up in Omi' Alph'|Unencrypted|

[Enkidu]

“It wasn’t a figure of speech, but gee’, thank you. And there I was thinking you’d be packing me in any odd corner you had room for me in.

Ten miles sounds good - I like my mid-morning runs and it gives me something to do whenever I get fed up of giving myself fusion burns digging around the back end of the Witch. My stay is gonna’ be temporary, I’m afraid - probably a good thing that. I wouldn’t want to say something overly stupid and end up cooking our blood pact because I happened to be a little too mad with a nadgered up helium injector.” She smiles crookedly.

“It’s been a while since we’ve ran into each other, Angel. ‘Kay, not an incredibly long time, but time enough. I’ve been finding myself stuck with a great dearth of friends of late. It seems everyone old enough to grab a handgun, flight stick or wooden spoon wants to beat us to death with it.”

“…The ‘free’ thing don’t shake with me, though. Thanks, but no thanks - you’ve already proved that your friendship is friendly enough, and far from token, just by stating that you’ll tolerate me for that. I’m indebted for that.”

“If you need me to pull my weight in any capacity whilst I’m up in Alpha, I’ll pay my dues.”

“Sayōnara and buona fortuna - I'll be setting down in a matter of days”.

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