17| Visual | Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose

[goodluck-kobra.livejournal.com]

Kobra was hiding behind his sunglasses again, but it was obvious that he looked at least marginally less sick than before the new year. The tree he'd gotten from Briar was standing safely beside him where he was sitting by the beach, still not willing to stay anywhere inside.

"Um. Hi." He waves awkwardly at the tablet. "I just...just wanted to say thank you again." He hadn't gotten presents like this in ages, out in the zones you got maybe a new gun or a shirt or something, when it was available. "I'm working on getting your gifts ready." the corners of his lips quirked into a tiny smile. He'd managed to set recording equipment up, now he only needed to actually find the music he wanted. It didn't seem too popular in Taxon. Or to exist, really.

[Locked to Party Poison]

"Party? Where are you?" Kobra was still sulking, all right, but he had promised to share the gifts with Party. "We...we got presents. C'mere so we can open them."