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Characters: hungupboots, not_his_shadow
Setting/Location: Room Alpha S-109.
Date & Time: Day 59, late evening.
Warnings: Meanness? :|
Summary: Cao Pi won a big prize, and doesn't really need it. What better use for it than buying the inofficial guard captain's favour?
His hands lightly crossed behind his back, Cao Pi stood by the window and looked outside. With a cold and scrutinising stare, he watched the people outside. The wrinkle around his mouth showed rendered any comment on his feelings redundant. At last they were in a town which reflected his views on many of his fellow passengers, primitive and helpless, without purpose.
The man he was waiting for was another story entirely. While he had not had the pleasure of meeting this Sergeant Weller in person yet, his reputation on the caravan commanded respect. If there was anyone worth meeting, it seemed to be him. And while Cao Pi had had little reason to seek out the man until now, the recent event had given him both an excuse and an idea.
He had left a note for Weller to meet him on one of the few left-over notes that the sergeant had plastered the caravan with not so long ago. It had been odd how easily he had been able to write in a language that clearly felt different than his own, but he had to admit it made communication easier. Having left only his room number and the note that he had an offer to make before putting the note on Weller's door, he expected his visitor would arrive soon. Now it only remained to be seen how Weller would like his offer.
Setting/Location: Room Alpha S-109.
Date & Time: Day 59, late evening.
Warnings: Meanness? :|
Summary: Cao Pi won a big prize, and doesn't really need it. What better use for it than buying the inofficial guard captain's favour?
His hands lightly crossed behind his back, Cao Pi stood by the window and looked outside. With a cold and scrutinising stare, he watched the people outside. The wrinkle around his mouth showed rendered any comment on his feelings redundant. At last they were in a town which reflected his views on many of his fellow passengers, primitive and helpless, without purpose.
The man he was waiting for was another story entirely. While he had not had the pleasure of meeting this Sergeant Weller in person yet, his reputation on the caravan commanded respect. If there was anyone worth meeting, it seemed to be him. And while Cao Pi had had little reason to seek out the man until now, the recent event had given him both an excuse and an idea.
He had left a note for Weller to meet him on one of the few left-over notes that the sergeant had plastered the caravan with not so long ago. It had been odd how easily he had been able to write in a language that clearly felt different than his own, but he had to admit it made communication easier. Having left only his room number and the note that he had an offer to make before putting the note on Weller's door, he expected his visitor would arrive soon. Now it only remained to be seen how Weller would like his offer.