Phoenix did indeed want to speak to Razer about this, enough so that he was willing to wait even after the first hour passed. However, another hour had almost passed and he still had not seen the man. Phoenix grimaced into his half empty cup, absentmindedly running a thumb over one of the two earrings he'd used to replace the ones he'd lost. To continue to wait... or not?
Movement and footsteps caught his attention, though, and before he had a chance to answer his own question, the matter became completely moot. Expression clearing, Phoenix lifted his hand in greeting.
"Ah, there you are," he said. With a brief incline of his head, he silently invited the other to sit.
Straight to the point. Phoenix could deal with that. He leaned back in his chair and looked Razer in the eye. "Yes, I did," he said. "But first I want to hear the impression you seem to have formed about my past."
He wasn't going to give anything away if Razer didn't already know.
Razer took on a musing expression, and pulled a pack of cigarettes from his belt as he thought. He turned the little case over in his hands, then tapped one out and went for his lighter.
"You're a noble--born that way." He lit the cigarette and took a drag. "You were an airman at sixteen, and commander of Aeropa's air forces by twenty-three. Your reasons for leaving aren't particularly clear, but judging by your apparent feelings toward military in general I don't imagine it was on the best of terms."
He shrugged, flicked the cigarette with his index finger.
"I'm more curious as to why you're so secretive about it than why you left it."
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Movement and footsteps caught his attention, though, and before he had a chance to answer his own question, the matter became completely moot. Expression clearing, Phoenix lifted his hand in greeting.
"Ah, there you are," he said. With a brief incline of his head, he silently invited the other to sit.
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He shot Phoenix a smile, bright and entirely open. Apparently. "I do believe you had something you wanted to talk to me about?"
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He wasn't going to give anything away if Razer didn't already know.
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"You're a noble--born that way." He lit the cigarette and took a drag. "You were an airman at sixteen, and commander of Aeropa's air forces by twenty-three. Your reasons for leaving aren't particularly clear, but judging by your apparent feelings toward military in general I don't imagine it was on the best of terms."
He shrugged, flicked the cigarette with his index finger.
"I'm more curious as to why you're so secretive about it than why you left it."
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