As far as Trouble's concerned, personal space is something which happens to
other people, but they're usually the one starting the invasion.
Nonetheless, they welcome him in, giving his shoulders a squeeze.
"How in the world should I know?" they say, with an exaggerated shrug. "I
was thinking about uses I might put your deal to, since you're so
determined to squander it, and I made the decision and then....well. I'm
sure I don't know any more than that."
"Yes, I know." They grimace. "I'm trying to word it for maximum advantage
and no silly loopholes, since I trust the Admiral about as far as I could
throw this entire ship."
"Ugh. Don't. Anyway, I'd be looking to clean up whatever mess Horde Prime
left behind him, but I keep catastrophising over what that might end up
meaning."
He nods, thinking about it. "You could always just ask the Admiral if you're so inclined. He'd probably tell you. If not, maybe make the deal not about fixing what he did, but what you think should be there instead."
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There's no need for that. Trouble comes to the door twenty seconds after the banging starts, looking tired.
"Honestly, darling. Where's the fire?"
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Which means -
He takes out his little Bible that's served as his item since he's been around and shows it to them. It's blank.
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They stare at it, then at him.
"Am I supposed to be divining something from this, darling?"
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Say it.
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"Oh. Yes, I graduated not long after I saw you in the Lounge," they say, nonplussed. "The Admiral doesn't tell you these things?"
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"Trouble - "
He's going in for a hug. He doesn't quite know how to do overly emotional, but this? This seems like a good time to start trying.
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As far as Trouble's concerned, personal space is something which happens to other people, but they're usually the one starting the invasion. Nonetheless, they welcome him in, giving his shoulders a squeeze.
"There there."
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"So what the hell happened?" he asks, pulling away, clearing his throat.
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"How in the world should I know?" they say, with an exaggerated shrug. "I was thinking about uses I might put your deal to, since you're so determined to squander it, and I made the decision and then....well. I'm sure I don't know any more than that."
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"You know you gotta tell me exactly what it is so I can tell the Admiral before I leave."
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"Yes, I know." They grimace. "I'm trying to word it for maximum advantage and no silly loopholes, since I trust the Admiral about as far as I could throw this entire ship."
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He smirks. "You're a warden now, you know."
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They cringe delicately at him.
"Ugh. Don't. Anyway, I'd be looking to clean up whatever mess Horde Prime left behind him, but I keep catastrophising over what that might end up meaning."
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Trouble pokes him in the side with their tail.
"Darling, remaking the world to my own whims is not very wardenly and I don't care to have that level of responsibility regardless."
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He gives them a grin.
A big grin.
"Now we're just friends."
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"Don't push your luck," they tell him, crisply, but the smile at the corners of their mouth gives them away completely.
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He pauses.
"You gonna tell people?"
You gonna tell Fou-Lu?