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It's a Quarter After One [CLOSED, sorry roomies]

May 11, 2011 07:40

Who: codename_fire and count_to_peace
What: Two people trying to find some semblance of sanity?
When: Late-ish?/super early morning?, a bit after this phone call at least
Where: Room 3-23
Warnings: None to begin with, perhaps, updated as it goes. They've been drinking.

( And I'm a little drunk, but I need you now... )

lucrezia noin, zechs merquise

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count_to_peace May 11 2011, 13:47:29 UTC

[Zechs already had his share of drinks (very refreshing drinks) and is simply enjoying her company, despite the phone call. He never asked who it was, because he knew just by the conversation. Eyes were hidden behind closed lids as he spoke.]

...he hung up on you.

codename_fire May 11 2011, 13:54:52 UTC

[It...would have been certainly hard to miss, but it wasn't as if she had tried to hide it from him either.

He deserved to know. Also...in Noin's mind, if Heero had truly cared at all, he would've called Zechs, not her. Noin didn't control him. It was almost as if he was admitting he wasn't going to bother admitting he had any force in whatever kind of relationship he had with Relena.

Her brow knits a little and she chuckles absently, drawn out of her thoughts.]

Yes. It's...possible it could've ended worse, however...
[A soft sigh, lips quirked lightly.]

count_to_peace May 11 2011, 14:17:42 UTC

[Opens his eyes and looks up at her.] It certainly could have. [Sighs softly.] I've expected that she and Heero were seeing each other, but...not on that level.

[He already retold her what happened, including Heero oh so goddamn casually coming out her bedroom, buttoning his shirt.]

codename_fire May 11 2011, 14:26:06 UTC

[A nod and noise, Noin temporarily looking thoughtful.]
I...suppose I never considered it before - I never did with you. War...didn't leave much open for that sort of thing.

Maybe I just...wanted to be naive about it here. Easier in that way.
[Sometimes it was hard to equate those sorts of things when you were for so long used to thinking of them in another way. A reason her relationship with Zechs as it stood right now wasn't...the sunshine and flowers that great romantic poets blabbered on about for paragraphs on end.

She puts down her glass and uses both hands to fuss up her own hair, for once letting both sides slide down and reveal once more that she, in fact, had a rather neat A-line haircut (though it could probably use a trim) before the hand was replaced on his chest.]

count_to_peace May 11 2011, 14:55:24 UTC

War leaves little wiggle room outside of your mission.

I wouldn't have minded a great deal if I was told before hand. She did seem rushed before opening the door... [He sits up and takes her glass, filling it up and knocking it back. It stung. Good. Maybe not harsh enough. Getting too used to it. Probably for the best.]

It'll be a while before I contact them. [Because contacting her meant contacting him. Relena can deal without him for a while. She did before.

Passes her glass back.]