[ There's a need to stretch his legs, one that's not well satisfied by the Waypoint given the intensity of the crowds. He'd have a better time back up at the Station if he wanted to go for a jog without having to stop every ten seconds, or veer out of the way of an eight foot lizardman that decided to stop in the middle of the walkway. But he's not really looking for exercise either, he still hasn't decided where he's headed next when -
his name hits him like whiplash, the familiar voice out of nowhere sends his heart jumping into his throat as he turns toward the sound, gaze scanning the crowd for the face of his friend. ]
(Buck -) [ There's a grin in his tone, a warmth that permeates cool, metal shields and a rolling wave of sun-warmed skin, the first breeze after a heatwave - he squeezes his way through the crowd, offering apologies over his shoulder. ]
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his name hits him like whiplash, the familiar voice out of nowhere sends his heart jumping into his throat as he turns toward the sound, gaze scanning the crowd for the face of his friend. ]
( Buck - ) [ There's a grin in his tone, a warmth that permeates cool, metal shields and a rolling wave of sun-warmed skin, the first breeze after a heatwave - he squeezes his way through the crowd, offering apologies over his shoulder. ]