"There will be time," Trowa said simply, and surprised me by brushing once hand lightly across my cheek and gifting me with a slight smile. "Go with your bodyguard now, Little One, before he chews a hole through the walls."
I reached up and caught his hand, returning his smile tenfold, before releasing him and turning reluctantly away.
"All right," I said, turning back to the Maguanac. "What does Otto want?" Even as I asked, I started back through the twisted corridors to the room I had claimed as my office, forcing the older man to scramble a bit to catch up.
"He was merely relaying a message from Prince Milliard, asking if you had done what you needed to do up here and were ready to return." I didn't see a communicator, but he must have had some way of signaling that he had found me; at the next junction, another man swung out of the cross-corridor and fell in behind me.
"Zechs has no patience," I remarked without any particular rancor. "Tell him that no, I haven't done all I needed to do. I discovered a situation up here that I need to take care of before I can concentrate on the task at hand."
"Not that you'd be leaving any time soon anyway," the newcomer muttered, probably not meant to be overheard. The first bodyguard shot him an unhappy glare, as my interest switched to him.
"What's this?" I looked between the newcomer and the Maguanac, who was looking very uncomfortable. "Is there something I'm missing here?"
The bodyguard cleared his throat before speaking. "Uh... no-one had a chance to inform you yet, Master Winner, because we couldn't find you..."
"Not that you were planning to tell me anyway," I supplied for him. "What?"
"There seems to have been some kind of malfunction with your shuttle," he muttered. "The engineers have been working on it for several hours now, with no progress. And as none of the base's shuttles are due in any time soon..."
"..I'm stuck here. Right." I blew out a breath, thinking, then shrugged. "As you said, I'm not leaving any time soon anyway. All the same, I think I'll take a look at the shuttle."
"Master Quatre?" The Maguanac looked surprised. I smiled up at him.
"What? I was a Gundam pilot before I was a diplomat, you know. There isn't very much I don't know about shuttles, especially one I'd feel safe riding in."
Re: Torn 3
Date: 2006-02-21 11:11 am (UTC)"There will be time," Trowa said simply, and surprised me by brushing once hand lightly across my cheek and gifting me with a slight smile. "Go with your bodyguard now, Little One, before he chews a hole through the walls."
I reached up and caught his hand, returning his smile tenfold, before releasing him and turning reluctantly away.
"All right," I said, turning back to the Maguanac. "What does Otto want?" Even as I asked, I started back through the twisted corridors to the room I had claimed as my office, forcing the older man to scramble a bit to catch up.
"He was merely relaying a message from Prince Milliard, asking if you had done what you needed to do up here and were ready to return." I didn't see a communicator, but he must have had some way of signaling that he had found me; at the next junction, another man swung out of the cross-corridor and fell in behind me.
"Zechs has no patience," I remarked without any particular rancor. "Tell him that no, I haven't done all I needed to do. I discovered a situation up here that I need to take care of before I can concentrate on the task at hand."
"Not that you'd be leaving any time soon anyway," the newcomer muttered, probably not meant to be overheard. The first bodyguard shot him an unhappy glare, as my interest switched to him.
"What's this?" I looked between the newcomer and the Maguanac, who was looking very uncomfortable. "Is there something I'm missing here?"
The bodyguard cleared his throat before speaking. "Uh... no-one had a chance to inform you yet, Master Winner, because we couldn't find you..."
"Not that you were planning to tell me anyway," I supplied for him. "What?"
"There seems to have been some kind of malfunction with your shuttle," he muttered. "The engineers have been working on it for several hours now, with no progress. And as none of the base's shuttles are due in any time soon..."
"..I'm stuck here. Right." I blew out a breath, thinking, then shrugged. "As you said, I'm not leaving any time soon anyway. All the same, I think I'll take a look at the shuttle."
"Master Quatre?" The Maguanac looked surprised. I smiled up at him.
"What? I was a Gundam pilot before I was a diplomat, you know. There isn't very much I don't know about shuttles, especially one I'd feel safe riding in."