He opens the door to his bedroom. It, like every room in this trailer, is both small and ruthlessly tidy. There's a bed (with a bag and a couple of storage boxes underneath it), a small desk and chair, a wardrobe and some shelving. There's also another door to the outside, and a small window. Both the bed and the desk are positioned in view of the doors.
"My sister Cathy comes to Milliways," Trowa says, going to his computer to pull up an email program. "If anybody else asks, you can tell them you're an old friend of mine. Nobody will ask too many questions."
He glances at her, typing in Duo's name. "They'll probably assume you were a soldier."
She looks young, younger than him, which would make her just a kid during the wars. But that's not unheard of -- Trowa, of all people, knows that one -- and more to the point, she has that air.
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He opens the door to his bedroom. It, like every room in this trailer, is both small and ruthlessly tidy. There's a bed (with a bag and a couple of storage boxes underneath it), a small desk and chair, a wardrobe and some shelving. There's also another door to the outside, and a small window. Both the bed and the desk are positioned in view of the doors.
"My sister Cathy comes to Milliways," Trowa says, going to his computer to pull up an email program. "If anybody else asks, you can tell them you're an old friend of mine. Nobody will ask too many questions."
He glances at her, typing in Duo's name. "They'll probably assume you were a soldier."
She looks young, younger than him, which would make her just a kid during the wars. But that's not unheard of -- Trowa, of all people, knows that one -- and more to the point, she has that air.