for john crichton

[seer_of_god]

Leoben had tried fishing but really all he managed to do was unearth the book Kara had been reading. It had been covered with sand and it was entirely unreadable so he just left it in the shallow water before returning to the shore

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[wormholed]

From his perch atop the highest boulder, John shifted in his sleep, only just catching himself in time to avoid falling down the rock assbackwards. Clutching at a scraped elbow, John squinted down to the lower boulders and sucked in a breath of surprise. "'lo, Leoben."

[seer_of_god]

Leoben blinked as he watched John almost tumble down off of some boulders. He hadn't noticed anyone else was around but he didn't exactly mind seeing Crichton. It had been awhile since he had. "Hello, John."

[wormholed]

John leaned down over the edge to look at Leoben properly. The edges of his pants were wet. "Been fishin'?"

[seer_of_god]

Leoben nodded a little and shrugged. "Well, I tried to. It didn't really work out the way I planned."