Characters: Ffamran Bunansa and Miles Edgeworth
Content: Sword practice between two glimmerous fops
Setting: Practice Room on the Victoria II
Time: While they are in Bellcius
Warnings: Slashing! ... of swords ... ok that doesn't make it sound less queer.
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There's no way to make this less euphemistic )
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"I suppose why I've been chosen for such an honor, sir." He did his best to make it have just the correct touch of seriousness.
He was wondering why the hell he was here. He headed over to the wall and picked up a towel and started to dry his neck, hands and any other exposed skin he could reach.
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"It's no honor," he said crisply. "It's just a bit of practice. As for why you were chosen, you're one of the people on this ship who would benefit from it the most."
He crossed his arms behind his back and paced while Ffamran toweled himself off. "You're still young enough that what bad habits you have can still be broken down, but you're competent enough that this won't be a waste of time. You just need more experience and dedication - and consider yourself lucky for that. Most people aren't that fortunate."
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"Well, 'tis one of the advantages of being young, I suppose." He crossed his arms in front of him and considered his options. He'd been meaning to ask the Commander about his past in Vohemar, but obviously that wasn't the sort of thing one could come out and just ask.
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