"Well, guess you won't have much trouble imagining what my home world's like, then. In a nutshell, it's sixty percent ocean, three percent frozen wasteland, twenty-five percent badlands and twelve percent places that're decent. ...Give or take." Gideon remarked, chuckling softly near the end. When asked what he used to do for a living, he looked up to the sky for a moment, before looking back down to Amelia.
"I work...ed in a paint factory, mixing the various chemicals that go in the stuff together. I chose it because it's easy work that still had decent pay. But, like I said, I seriously regret it. Aside from making me sound like toad because we have to shout over the noise of the machines there, the fumes didn't do any favour for my skin. Pretty sure my hearing's degraded over time too..."
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Gazimon groaned as the handcuffs were put on him, but said nothing and continued laying on his stomach.
"So, if you bunch will pull your heads outta cloud-coockoo land and hurry up do whatever it is you decided you needed to wreck all my stuff for?" Etemon commented. "I've got things to do, and little time to do them in."
"I work...ed in a paint factory, mixing the various chemicals that go in the stuff together. I chose it because it's easy work that still had decent pay. But, like I said, I seriously regret it. Aside from making me sound like toad because we have to shout over the noise of the machines there, the fumes didn't do any favour for my skin. Pretty sure my hearing's degraded over time too..."
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Gazimon groaned as the handcuffs were put on him, but said nothing and continued laying on his stomach.
"So, if you bunch will pull your heads outta cloud-coockoo land and hurry up do whatever it is you decided you needed to wreck all my stuff for?" Etemon commented. "I've got things to do, and little time to do them in."