<a href="http://asylums.insanejournal.com/spaceports/154774.html" style="text-decoration: none;"><font style="letter-spacing: 0.5px; font-family: vampire, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; line-height: 20px; text-shadow: 0px 2px 2px #272727; font-weight: bold; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1.5px;">run boy run </font></a><br /><font style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: 7px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1.5px;"><b> tobias + eren + crichton | 6.5 |  the noodle stand, gasworks    </font><div style="display:none;"><a name="cutid1"></a></div><table width="500" align="center"><tr><td align="justify" style="font-family: consolas;font-size:10px; letter-spacing:1px; text-transform:;"><tr><td align="justify" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:12px; letter-spacing:0px; line-height:12px; text-transform:; font-weight:;"><br /><span style="display:none;"><a name="cutid1"></a></span><br />To say he still felt hungover was a bit of an understatement. Tobias' head was killing him, and he blamed all of it on Val and her fun new idea to test the "euphoric properties" of a new plant she had gotten in recently. It had euphoric properties, alright. Really strong euphoric properties that he was still feeling even now, midday and just a little bit past noon. It was a wonder he even got out of bed today, but sometimes he didn't like to sit still, especially when he got a craving for a certain spicy bowl of noodles. With Val working currently, Tobias was basically left to his own devices. Normally, he would fill that time with video games or by watching holovids but sometimes even Tobias couldn't sit still for too long. <br /><br />Besides, the best cure for a hangover was good food, right? So, with a pair of sunglasses covering his tired eyes, Tobias currently sat at the only noodle stand on the station with beads of sweat clinging to his forehead from all the hot spices and peppers that swam around in the warm, flavorful broth and noodles. He didn't bother with chopsticks this time, though he could have. Sometimes he would even engage in small talk or simple conversations with the guy who owned the stand, but this time Tobias was keeping to himself, perched at the end of the row of stools which lined the opening. <br /><br />He had his nose down in his commlink, texting or surfing the extranet and not paying as much attentoin to his surroundings as someone in his position might need to. He'd been beginning to grow more comfortable with each passing day, up until Valeria had told him about the man who had been questioning her about him. The only thing that tipped him off was the fact that she had mentioned his "invisible friend." Tobias distinctly remembered this from before, and his stomach had sank immediately. Even worse was that he hadn't heard anything from Arty about it after reaching out to him, and in a way, Tobias was kicking himself for not going in person like he probably should have done. <br /><br />Now, he just felt like a sitting duck, one that couldn't handle being cooped up for too long without going stir fucking crazy from all the anticipation and paranoia. So, for now, he was trying his best to push all of those thoughts and negative feelings down as best as he could--even despite how exhausted he was from the lack of sleep he'd been getting since his return months ago. Straightening up, Tobias slid off the sunglasses and sat them down gently before rubbing at his eyes and stifling a yawn, and just before he caught the eye of someone all too familliar sitting at the other end.</b></table></div>