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WHO: Trowa and Squall
WHERE: A sub-basement at Winner Corp.
WHEN: A long while ago rofl I fail.
WARNINGS: Attempted ass-kickings?
SUMMARY: Squall, needing a job, is offered a security position on condition of testing.
FORMAT: STUFF AND WORDS
Trowa had been pleased by Squall's interest in the position; it was tiresome being one of the only two people responsible for the safety of the contents of the hidden sub-basements, and the suits (among other inventions and test builds) were not exactly something with which he felt he could trust any of the other heroes.
Perhaps it was the sense of the familiar that struck him every time he spoke with the other brunet. Squall made him think of his own earlier days in the war, and how he'd lived at the time; it made Trowa inclined toward wanting to give him a chance. It might also have been appreciation for someone else who could understand the value of quiet and solitude. Hell, who knew--it was complicated, and there are better things to write about than why exactly one stoic young man made the decision to help out another. Even if that's the sort of thing one usually writes about, because one is entitled to a break every now and then, damn it.
And so it happens that he stands waiting in the designated location, glancing once at the clock on the wall before closing his eyes again.
First order of business: seeing just how quietly Squall would approach.
WHERE: A sub-basement at Winner Corp.
WHEN: A long while ago rofl I fail.
WARNINGS: Attempted ass-kickings?
SUMMARY: Squall, needing a job, is offered a security position on condition of testing.
FORMAT: STUFF AND WORDS
Trowa had been pleased by Squall's interest in the position; it was tiresome being one of the only two people responsible for the safety of the contents of the hidden sub-basements, and the suits (among other inventions and test builds) were not exactly something with which he felt he could trust any of the other heroes.
Perhaps it was the sense of the familiar that struck him every time he spoke with the other brunet. Squall made him think of his own earlier days in the war, and how he'd lived at the time; it made Trowa inclined toward wanting to give him a chance. It might also have been appreciation for someone else who could understand the value of quiet and solitude. Hell, who knew--it was complicated, and there are better things to write about than why exactly one stoic young man made the decision to help out another. Even if that's the sort of thing one usually writes about, because one is entitled to a break every now and then, damn it.
And so it happens that he stands waiting in the designated location, glancing once at the clock on the wall before closing his eyes again.
First order of business: seeing just how quietly Squall would approach.