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written by tiny warrior.

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#caelitum

drafts: 12

theme requests: open

est. july 12, 2015.



  

PRCXIS.

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                 The man doesn’t mean to be much of a bother,
coming in with good enough he thought. He wishes to only
be able to help, even if his knowledge of exactly what the
navigator is working on is quite limited. He is quick to
apologize when he hears his words, soon able to realize the
marks of stress in Abel. 

                         “I’m sorry, I just wanted to see if you needed any help with….
what you were working on. I can just excuse myself if you wish.”

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GUILT IS NESTLING INTO THE BOTTOM OF HIS STOMACH. He curses it; such a vile feeling it was; Abel didn’t have time to worry about this right now. He needed to get his work done, & he liked to do that as quickly as possible. Despite the WEAKENING numbness settling deep into his marrow, the Navigator was determined to finish his work. While he had his eyes open, he would be WORKING. That was that.

❝Unless you can rework a few hundred lines of coding, I’d rather you not. I can’t risk LOSING the work I’ve already done, & you’re not quite helpful in aiding me in that task, Praxis.❞