Shooting Range, Friday Morning

[withoutverona]

It wasn't that Romeo had spent the time since Monday and its goodbyes sulking, exactly. He had sulked, but there had been research to do on business schools in Tokyo, and papers to fill out, and innumerable emails and phone calls with his father to hammer out his plans; when he finally found a school that was willing to consider taking him at this

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[sorella_vecchia]

The shooting range was part of Triela's almost-daily routine, so it wasn't much of a surprise that she ended up there too. While it wasn't strictly necessary, she stood just beside the door, waiting for some signal from Romeo that he was aware of her presence before moving farther.

He was armed, after all, and it generally didn't hurt to be careful.

[withoutverona]

Turning his head, he lifted his head and his safety goggles to look at her. "Hello, Triela. Do you need to get past me?"

[sorella_vecchia]

"Thanks," she responded, inclining her head in return.

[withoutverona]

"Are you enjoying the time off until workshops?" Romeo asked, mostly to be polite. If she just wanted to practice, he could leave her in peace easily enough.