[The message makes Dist's blood run cold, then boil red hot. Those idiots! If they hadn't given him away right from the beginning, he wouldn't have had to deal with the Commandant for at least some time. He could have planned something! Rrgh...now he wanted to speak in private. Perfect. Just...perfect.
Dist contemplates just ignoring the message and blowing Van off, but then again...he really should just get this over with. He no longer had any obligation to let Van order him around, after all. There was nothing to gain from cooperating with the Commandant here. Might as well see what he wants though, before he decides to refuse or not.
So the night finds Dist meandering up to the building. He doesn't know if he's late or early - no set time was specified - so he just leans against the wall of Building 7 and waits, discomfort and irritation visible in his posture and expression. He does not want to be here tonight. This just topped the cake of a glorious month.]
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Dist contemplates just ignoring the message and blowing Van off, but then again...he really should just get this over with. He no longer had any obligation to let Van order him around, after all. There was nothing to gain from cooperating with the Commandant here. Might as well see what he wants though, before he decides to refuse or not.
So the night finds Dist meandering up to the building. He doesn't know if he's late or early - no set time was specified - so he just leans against the wall of Building 7 and waits, discomfort and irritation visible in his posture and expression. He does not want to be here tonight. This just topped the cake of a glorious month.]