[It's only after he sends his text that he bothers checking the directions given, only to find that all he has to do is walk up a floor. Level. Whatever space-savvy people called up in the Oxygen Gardens. So he finishes up his self-appointed task of checking this plot's PH level (normal, like the rest) and winds his way up, over. To that corner. The corner he assumed someone was slowly moving into.
Only to find...
Well. The guy looked like the personification of a naive tourist's idea of a coffee shop.]
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Only to find...
Well. The guy looked like the personification of a naive tourist's idea of a coffee shop.]
So this is your shit.