How are you doing?
-nods-
Eventually...
Eventually.
Well, crikey. If it isn't half expected sometimes, you know? -he pushes up his cap with a hammer a little and wipes away a little bit of sweat while grinning-
Though I'm thankful for my experience there- health-wise. I don't think I would've been able to do this alone otherwise...
I know my- er- my son- David he says that I've aged pretty gracefully. But here I'm lying in this hammock worn out, and looking at white hairs. -chuckles a little-
Oh! Er- that is, if you know of what we do in the SAS as well. And our reputation...
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postMy country also called me out of retirement for an assignment, lad. What's your name anyways?
Be a good sport and try not to get in my way, regardless, please?
I'm not young enough to keep up with your- robo-gadgetry and what-not...
-nods- That's fair enough. Gotta make sure it's a big brunch and all. Missing a meal and all that.
-nods to Sloth-
Short Black hair, freckles on her face. Adult. About- 5 foot eleven inches.
She has prominent bags under her eyes.
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{No, I didn't.}
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