04-10-2014, 02:40 AM
He received his iced mocha and gathered up his data pad, satchel, and drink to take them out to the patio. Just on the heels of a young lady, he waited for her to go first before slipping out the door to settle into one of the plush, comfy seats. With a sigh of relief, he sat down and leaned the chair back, kicked his feet up onto the table with a heavy 'thunk', and crossed his ankles. Comfy, the data pad came back to life, and he began looking for his assignment email.
He'd need to pack soon. He shook his drink thoughtfully, sighed through his nose and looked and across the busy commerce sector. Probably end up at the Official Supply, unless they told him civvies would work. He shrugged and watched a few people walk by before again returning to his email, squinting.
"Got your note," a young man, human, with wild red hair sat beside him, his friend Garret. Layton looked up, eyes surprised, then grinned at him. "Congratulations, man."
"Thanks," he leaned so they could shake hands. "What are you doing out?"
"Thought I'd look for something as a farewell gift. Who knows when this station will see the great Layton M'nor, Engineer Extraordinaire."
"You don't need to get me anything."
"Eh," Garrett shrugged. "Let me. Need anything?"
"I could use an upgrade," he wiggled his arm, motioning at his own, sleek green omnidevice. "My shield's too small."
"Dude, it's not like you need a shield anyway."
"Hey, bullets hurt, Gary. They leave bruises."
"Don't call me that--bruises, smooshes. You don't need a shield. Come on, let me get you a badass fighting coat or something."
"Fighting coat?" Lyt'n looked amused. Garrett motioned with his hands.
"Yeah! One that like, flares out dramatically when you land a kick." He made a karate motion with his hands.
"I don't do the fighting, Gary. I just build the tech."
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