Redhair, eh? Interfering old bastard. [Thatch liked him, though, in spite of himself. Mostly because he got Marco's feather's ruffled in a way that made Thatch grin behind his hand lest he get kicked in the head]
We'll owe him one.
[and then he fell silent. It was too hard for Namur to lose his boys and Thatch wanted to ask about fourth divison. How were they? Did they disband into other divisions? Was there a new commander? There were so many things he'd left undone... but he didn't want to think about that.]
Is it just me or can cadets not write for shit these days?
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We'll owe him one.
[and then he fell silent. It was too hard for Namur to lose his boys and Thatch wanted to ask about fourth divison. How were they? Did they disband into other divisions? Was there a new commander? There were so many things he'd left undone... but he didn't want to think about that.]
Is it just me or can cadets not write for shit these days?