Excursion with cordy_chase1
Zod is currently in a very good mood. The sort of irrefutable good mood that he rarely experiences. It's not that he's always gloomy; he simply doesn't usually have time to attend to his own happiness.
Today, however, is different. He even refrains from scowling at anyone who tries to make conversation on the flight to Los Angeles. This visit is something he's been looking forward to for a while, and now that it's so imminent, he finds himself to be in unusually high spirits.
When at last he steps off the plane, he hurriedly scans the crowd. He has no baggage to claim, as the only luggage he brought is a small bag he carried with him on the flight. After all, one has to be efficient, and as promised just over two weeks previously, Zod packed light.
Today, however, is different. He even refrains from scowling at anyone who tries to make conversation on the flight to Los Angeles. This visit is something he's been looking forward to for a while, and now that it's so imminent, he finds himself to be in unusually high spirits.
When at last he steps off the plane, he hurriedly scans the crowd. He has no baggage to claim, as the only luggage he brought is a small bag he carried with him on the flight. After all, one has to be efficient, and as promised just over two weeks previously, Zod packed light.