A Cat-Man’s Smile
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IT WAS NOIR’S TURN to man the harbour station which was boring as hell. The only time he needed to do anything was if a vessel was coming or going—all ships were in their specific places in the hangar area. No one was coming or leaving so he didn’t need to be there to press the buttons that would secure the airlock between the gates. In other words, it was a complete waste of time, but Bair decided who and when.
Would abandoning his post get him in trouble—or rather how much trouble? He could go hang out with Xog, or even Roach would be welcomed company.
Walking out from behind the control panel, he began pacing. His tail whipped around, making him shiver as the airflow touched his neck. He needed to get out of there. Staying for two months was unbearable.
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