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[saidthespidertothefly]

WHO: Airachnid, Raf
WHERE: Trion's quadrant
WHEN Evening
WHAT: It's not blackmail if... okay, it's totally blackmail
WARNINGS: Uh... Airachnid threatening a child. That's about it

Airachnid was well outside her usual haunt today - not that anyone could tell. Since arriving, the so-called Decepticon had been keeping entirely to herself, slinking about in the shadows, preparing and not drawing attention to herself.

Which she was still doing today, even while in unfamiliar territory.

And she was following someone. Someone much smaller than herself.

Comments

[deusexraf]

Mental note; he wasn't cut out for farming.

It was tiring, even with all the help he'd gotten, and Raf wanted no more than to find a way to set things up where it was all computer-controlled. That, he could do. That, he'd excel at. This...

This just resulted in him covered in dirt and with a blister on his ankle.

At least he could use his computer to help plan things for the future. It was what he was starting to do now, pulling it out of his backpack and sitting down at the bottom of a hill.

Maybe he could get some work done, now, that he felt comfortable with.