We'll be flyin' on the G5
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Kansas had been lying complacently in his room, his four legs stretched to their extremes. He was thinking about what he wanted to do with the room - what colors he wanted for the walls, things like that. The Sadira child had already settled in, he just had yet to paint. Perhaps this was a bit backwards, but he'd figure it out. Besides, thinking about meager things such as room decoration distracted him from the guilt he was experiencing so strongly these days. The... accident?... among he, Lucifer, and Naniko was still fresh in his mind. At least, as fresh as it could be considering he'd been very drunk at the time.



Naniko's voice roused him. He sighed and stood up, wandering out the door and down toward the porch. Conri was seated beside his pretty mate; Kansas swallowed the lump in his throat before slipping into the crowd. The youngster Apollo, Pilot's son, intimidated the cream-coated youth the least. He sat nearest to this boy, still a comfortable distance away, and nodded toward his leaders. As further means to distract himself by, he took to wondering about what was on their minds today.


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