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[@Silvan Haven][@Crimmy][@Write][@Plank Sinatra][/center]

Welcome back to Mother Base, Boss!

[b]"Not too long, no."[/b] I managed to respond, picking my head up off my left shoulder with a herculean effort to meet our final tripfellow's impassive, cool gaze. [b]"We pretty much just got in ourselves."[/b]

And speaking of Gratia being behind all of us, which I had good reason to remember the cause of—

[b]"Sorry, about earlier."[/b] I said, even going far enough to incline my head in supplication. [b]"Leaving you behind like that was unfair of me."[/b]

I couldn't incline my head too hard, though, because as much as I would have liked to show my apology through body language, I had to respect Beryl's personal space.

A full bow would be out of the question. First off, I was sitting, and second off, she was, again, right there next to me. Faceplanting straight into her thighs is something that nothing worth the risk/reward ratio could happen afterwards.

Even thinking about it makes me feel like I've done terribly wrong, even though it was purely from a hypothetical standpoint!

Beryl is pure! I understand, seriously!

I really do get it, okay?!

I am a man of discipline.

D i s c i p l i n e.