[ Wedge wants this giant shard out of his thigh. A refresher so this film of salt and sweat and sand will slough off his skin. A stiff drink, and the company of good friends.
Exhaustion's starting to set in. He leans against the bike a bit too much, eyes half-closed as he fights hard not to let them close. ] Just...get me inside, alright?
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Exhaustion's starting to set in. He leans against the bike a bit too much, eyes half-closed as he fights hard not to let them close. ] Just...get me inside, alright?