[ he makes a soft, speculative 'hm'. korangal. there was some bloody fighting there, and it gives him a certain measure of the guy. no wonder he's jumpy.
the staircase leading to the museum is long, broad concrete, the steps themselves almost comedically large, the guard-rails perfect for skateboarding. he hikes his pack higher on one shoulder, alert up now that they're out in the open. scanning distant sightlines for the glint of a scope, or any movement. there's no guarantee that they're the only people here, after all. ]
You would've been south of me, then.
[ they toured the hindu kush. those godforsaken mountains he'd admired the wild beauty of once. ]
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the staircase leading to the museum is long, broad concrete, the steps themselves almost comedically large, the guard-rails perfect for skateboarding. he hikes his pack higher on one shoulder, alert up now that they're out in the open. scanning distant sightlines for the glint of a scope, or any movement. there's no guarantee that they're the only people here, after all. ]
You would've been south of me, then.
[ they toured the hindu kush. those godforsaken mountains he'd admired the wild beauty of once. ]
Rough place for you boys.