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[Color=tan][b]Time:[/b][/color] Morning
[Color=tan][b]Location:[/b][/color] Operation Humanity Base
[Color=tan][b]Interaction with:[/b][/color] [@princess] Angel, [@MasterDucky] Remy, [@Potter] Shay
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[Color=tan][i]I did not want to push this button…[/i][/color] Sean kept a neutral expression as he listened to Angel. He did not like this kind of confrontation, but here it was. Sean was not one to engage in a serious argument about a matter that he could just remedy on his own. If Angel did not want to share her destinations and intentions despite being tasked to do so, he would just find another way to keep track of her. Unfortunately, nothing reasonable had seemed to work. Courtesy calls, text messages, notes, nothing worked. At least Remy, who by the way, concerned him the most at times gave him some sort of heads up. Sometimes in the oddest of forms, but she usually tried to leave a… [i]notice[/i]? 

[Color=tan]"Agreed."[/color] Sean let out somewhere in the middle of Angel's tiff. Part of him wished he had remained at the base and napped, but he had to put in some effort to keep track of Angel, especially after last night. Remy's odd and sudden entrance gave Sean an opening to covertly sigh at the situation. 

When Remy rode off alone on her skateboard he sighed as he watched her coast down the long road. He sighed again, but this one was not hidden. 

[Color=tan]"Let me know if you need a ride back later!"[/color] Sean called out to give her the option not to skateboard for the hours it would take to get into town. His eyes soon set on Angel who stated she was 'done' and he couldn't help think of when he heard those words last. He raised his hand to the steering wheel and turned up the music some. Not to the previous volume, but enough to where it could not be considered low. [Color=tan]"I'll see you later then… Take care."[/color] Sean simply said as he turned from the vehicle and headed back towards his own. The last two words seemed to be where his concern pushed to the surface. He didn't want to be the overbearing babysitter and Angel did not want that either, so he'd wish her the best and keep it moving. 

Besides, his true gripe was with Trotter.