fake!mm heero

[mm_tl]

There's a young Japanese man sitting at a table in the bar. He's wearing a navy blue tanktop, an open black (unembellished and worn) leather jacket, and scuffed up blue jeans with battered sneakers

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[3nanashi]

Something else that isn't obvious: Trowa's swift scan of the room when he enters, and where his attention catches.

Heero can probably guess, though.

He doesn't head for Heero's table, or change the pace of his calm stroll. If he continues in his current direction, he'll pass by meters away, and end up at Bar. But he does, after a moment, glance at Heero briefly.

It looks casual, even accidental; it's not.

[mm_tl]

He returns it, though there's a half-moment before his expression warms (enough that it'd be noticeable to other patrons, but not so much as to be that of a naturally social person) and he says "Hey, Trowa," emphasising the first word just in case he hasn't been noticed.

Though he has, of course. (At least he knows that 03 goes by Trowa Barton, in this place.)

[3nanashi]

Ah.

(Surveillance is a maybe. It's Milliways, anyway.)

"Hey."

Trowa's expression doesn't change, but he lets a little friendliness into his tone, as he veers towards Heero's table. (It's deliberate, of course. The sentiment is real, but they've never needed vocal inflection to convey that kind of thing.)

[mm_tl]

He straightens slightly, and sets the bulkiest part of the harness on the ground, moving the leather strips after a moment so they're out of the way of the seat with the next best view of the room.

He glances sideways at 03, before remembering to add: "Do you have time to sit?"