11-25-2008, 01:18 AM
Faven was in his favorite position: arms behind his head and his eyes closed. "I hope it's not easy." He said, a smirk forming on his face. "I'd hate if we got dragged through the rain just to fix a freakin busted generator." He tried to sit still after he said this, but damnit! silence irritated him. "Why's everyone so quiet, anyway? It's not like we're goin to a mourge."