12-04-2006, 12:29 AM
Marine wrapped on the door of 'Disturbed and Saphire's' house, based on reading the door mat beneath his feet. While the sound echoed through the house, he scrutinized the gift basket for his new neighbor. Vegetables, fruits, and meats came from an orbital marketplace, a docket on the way towards the region. Some of the Apple skins were bruised. He had expected as much, oribital stations sold a multitide of stocks, including military rations that left combat rotation. Perhaps the blue bow complementing the basket would take the distraction away.
"Once I start gardening I'll put you to shame." The High Marshall told the fruit. "And then they'll love my gifts."
He wore his full military wears. The salseman supposed to meet him at his house failed to show on time, so he had to wish high neighbors wouldn't be distracted. He had buttoned his storm coat to hide the wet pistols resting in their holsters.
He knocked again.
"Once I start gardening I'll put you to shame." The High Marshall told the fruit. "And then they'll love my gifts."
He wore his full military wears. The salseman supposed to meet him at his house failed to show on time, so he had to wish high neighbors wouldn't be distracted. He had buttoned his storm coat to hide the wet pistols resting in their holsters.
He knocked again.