Quatre sits down on his bed, and starts to take off the heavier shoes he was wearing to work on Sandrock.
"Good," he says, amiably. "The right thruster is working at max cap, again."
He's just been fiddling around as one can always do on a Gundam, if you need a reason. The other pilots and he regularly need reasons. It helps you think. Or not think, as the case regularly is.
"Do you want something hot?"
That is: tea, or coffee. Hot cocoa isn't stocked in the kitchen.
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Date: 2011-03-24 06:46 am (UTC)"Good," he says, amiably. "The right thruster is working at max cap, again."
He's just been fiddling around as one can always do on a Gundam, if you need a reason. The other pilots and he regularly need reasons. It helps you think. Or not think, as the case regularly is.
"Do you want something hot?"
That is: tea, or coffee. Hot cocoa isn't stocked in the kitchen.