[ It's cool, Jet, he's just gonna drop his walkie on the ground and lie here miserably for a while, curled on his side as he sinks, half-willingly, into unconsciousness.
After two hours of sleep so sound he might as well be dead to the world, and another hour of desperately slurping water and making sure he can move without collapsing, Lalo will be on the move again. He'll text Jet to let him know, then start walking.
That's when Jet will meet him -- Lalo tugging the cooler behind him with one hand, the flickering orange glow of a torch to see by in the other. When his eyes lay on Jet, Lalo's face will light up and he'll give a jaunty, if hoarse and croaky, "Hey, Jet!"
It's dark out, but judging by the sound of his voice alone, Lalo's more than a little bit worse for wear, despite his seeming good spirits. ]
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After two hours of sleep so sound he might as well be dead to the world, and another hour of desperately slurping water and making sure he can move without collapsing, Lalo will be on the move again. He'll text Jet to let him know, then start walking.
That's when Jet will meet him -- Lalo tugging the cooler behind him with one hand, the flickering orange glow of a torch to see by in the other. When his eyes lay on Jet, Lalo's face will light up and he'll give a jaunty, if hoarse and croaky, "Hey, Jet!"
It's dark out, but judging by the sound of his voice alone, Lalo's more than a little bit worse for wear, despite his seeming good spirits. ]