[ He isn't sure when he started pacing, because he isn't sure when he got here, to begin with - but he stops abruptly, just the same, dust settling around his boots in the star-lit dim. Dream logic means none of this particularly alarms him, and simple familiarity assures whatever else might've set off some mental tripwire fades into the background almost immediately. ]
Oh. Sorry.
[ Len doesn't sound particularly reproachful - but, then, he never does. Even when he slides up close to someone he's thinking seriously about putting a bullet in and rolling into a ditch, just to let them know. Still, Arcade takes it for the implication rather than the tone. He's being annoying. Irritating. Getting under Len's skin, and that's never a good thing, when he's trying to stay focused.
The faint scuff of footsteps resumes, but only briefly, as Arcade returns to the flat scrap of sandy ground between Len and their packs to sit down. He's facing the dark behind them, rather than that camp on the horizon. But even with perfect vision, his view would be useless, from here. Better to watch their backs. Even if it's just as boring. ]
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Oh. Sorry.
[ Len doesn't sound particularly reproachful - but, then, he never does. Even when he slides up close to someone he's thinking seriously about putting a bullet in and rolling into a ditch, just to let them know. Still, Arcade takes it for the implication rather than the tone. He's being annoying. Irritating. Getting under Len's skin, and that's never a good thing, when he's trying to stay focused.
The faint scuff of footsteps resumes, but only briefly, as Arcade returns to the flat scrap of sandy ground between Len and their packs to sit down. He's facing the dark behind them, rather than that camp on the horizon. But even with perfect vision, his view would be useless, from here. Better to watch their backs. Even if it's just as boring. ]
No sign yet, I guess?