When the evening is spread out against the sky [closed]
Characters: Gilbert Weillschmidt freds_and_wills, Uni Giglio Nero onlyluminous
Content: Shopping therapy is often a recommended treatment for emotional trauma. It would be a completely harmless shopping trip if not for the people involved.
Setting: The market/bazaar/collection of stalls and shops in the makeshift town in the racing grounds.
Time: In between the racing qualifiers and the finals.
Warnings: Gilbert.
The note about errands was not entirely a lie. Uni did have several matters to take care of, but as they involved contacting an assassin and other such things which the captain would most likely disapprove of, she thought it better to leave things vague. One of the errands was at least a little more innocent: shopping.
For certain supplies.
Accompanied by Gilbert Weillschmidt.
It bore noting that Uni did not quite understand why she had even asked the quartermaster to go with her. It was not that she disliked him. She was incapable of disliking anyone. It was just that she suspected he was not entirely right in the head. People did not normally call other people out with challenges involving physical exercise in the dead of night.
Well, she sighed to herself, Mr. Weillschmidt was Mr. Weillschmidt, and he would, at least, distract her from all those other things she did not want to think about at the moment. She did need to keep an eye on him since the Fiertia's officers seemed allergic to hospital beds even when they were supposed to be resting from injuries received. And it would be nice to have someone to help carry things. She only hoped he wouldn't mind the ingredients too much. He seemed to have an entirely unwarranted bias against certain branches of... well... medicine. Uni drew herself up, schooled her features into a mask of polite calm, and knocked softly on his door.
Content: Shopping therapy is often a recommended treatment for emotional trauma. It would be a completely harmless shopping trip if not for the people involved.
Setting: The market/bazaar/collection of stalls and shops in the makeshift town in the racing grounds.
Time: In between the racing qualifiers and the finals.
Warnings: Gilbert.
The note about errands was not entirely a lie. Uni did have several matters to take care of, but as they involved contacting an assassin and other such things which the captain would most likely disapprove of, she thought it better to leave things vague. One of the errands was at least a little more innocent: shopping.
For certain supplies.
Accompanied by Gilbert Weillschmidt.
It bore noting that Uni did not quite understand why she had even asked the quartermaster to go with her. It was not that she disliked him. She was incapable of disliking anyone. It was just that she suspected he was not entirely right in the head. People did not normally call other people out with challenges involving physical exercise in the dead of night.
Well, she sighed to herself, Mr. Weillschmidt was Mr. Weillschmidt, and he would, at least, distract her from all those other things she did not want to think about at the moment. She did need to keep an eye on him since the Fiertia's officers seemed allergic to hospital beds even when they were supposed to be resting from injuries received. And it would be nice to have someone to help carry things. She only hoped he wouldn't mind the ingredients too much. He seemed to have an entirely unwarranted bias against certain branches of... well... medicine. Uni drew herself up, schooled her features into a mask of polite calm, and knocked softly on his door.