Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20160111005103/@comment-5543592-20160112031234

"Yeah, that sounds right." Carter said, ignoring her not so subtle hints. She needed to learn. He couldn't go into combat tomorrow with her turning off his armor by accident every five minutes.

He pulled his helmet off before she could protest, set it on his end table, and then removed his duster, which he hung up in it's locker. He removed his armor, piece by piece, locking it back into it's crate, before climbing into his cot with only his under clothes on. He always felt strangely naked without any armor, and tried to suppress the feeling as he fell asleep.

(Okay, time-skip, I'll catch Harold up tomorrow)

At five A.M, no alarm went off. Instead, Carter naturally awoke on his own, so was his cardiorthymic cycle. He first went to go dress in his arm, sliding back into the undersuit, then fastening all the pieces on, before retrieving his helmet and finally attaching it to the neck guard.

"You there?" He asked.