[ jayce is laying with his back against the cargo bed, out under the stars, notes held up over his head to read while laying down. its the tips of his antlers and a hand with paper in his hands that may be seen first, but the sound of his name lifts him fully like a zombie out of the grave. an affirming nod comes, and jayce skoots over to the left side of the truck bed to make room. ]
Come in.
[ he'll put his notes to the side, in the meantime. it looks like he's making blueprints for a pump. ]
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Come in.
[ he'll put his notes to the side, in the meantime. it looks like he's making blueprints for a pump. ]