bare_my_fangs | [RL with Nena]

Michael pushed forcefully off the wall outside the infirmary, making his way down the hallway back to his room. Hearing the news hadn't cheered him up in the slightest. In fact, while he was-- was grateful (something that he would never admit to) that he was not getting implanted with that goddamn 'control measure', he was even more pissed off than when he arrived on the Ptolemaios.

It was just like Tieria to fuck around with him like that. To just... issue an ultimatum like that and then expect some sort of gratitude for then turning around and saying 'I changed my mind'. If Tieria wanted him to work with - for his mind whispered - him, then he was going about it the wrong way. Michael felt like a puppet being jerked around on its strings, and it didn't sit well with him. Not at all.

He caught hold of the doorframe, bringing himself to a halt, keyed in the code, and floated inside. Hopefully he could work out most of his anger in there; he was pretty sure that punching out Tieria was against the rules, after all.

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"I can get away with it 'cause I'm cuter than you~" She missed Cross too, when it came down to it; she wasn't sure what would have happened if he hadn't taken her in, but she was glad she never had to find out.

"Hmm... let's see. Depends on the unit, you know? Like mine's mostly designed for scouting and support, so it's got quicker response time and better particle storage. And I think they're working on something based off those fangs for you, Ian was shouting something about it the other day all excited."

Michael grinned; he was ridiculously excited over his new Gundam, especially now since he might be getting his fangs back.

"Huh. Guess I need to talk to Ian then. But won't you get bored just playing support?" And more importantly, they'd fight a lot better if they were together.

She shrugged. "I was usually support for the Thrones, right? It's not like I never get in on the action, so that's fine! I don't have a hard-on for leadership or anything, it's way too much pressure. 'Sides, as long as we get to fight together, right?" she said, turning her head up to grin at him.

He grinned back. "True. I don't really care as long as we fight together. I mean, that way I know someone's got my back." His arm tightened around her involuntarily, and he had to force himself to relax again. The last time they were betrayed, three became two; he would not allow them to take Nena away from him too.

"Although," he continued, "having said that, if I don't get to fight, no one's gonna be too pleased. Least of all, me."

"You're definitely gonna get to," she assured him, knowing perfectly well why he'd tensed up. "I mean, we're pilots, it's just what we do, right?"

Michael made a noncommittal noise in response. He still didn't quite trust the whole situation, but, well, Nena did, so he was content to just wait and see.

In the meantime... well, he was tired and he was comfortable so everything else could wait. Tieria had better not need them for a while because he was more than ready to go to sleep.

Nena, one of those people who always sleeps better if there's someone she can use as a human pillow, was already drowsy; "I'm gonna stay here," she declared, closing her eyes and leaving no room for argument.

Michael laughed, but it was half-hearted at best, already drifting off in the presence of his sister. "I wouldn't have let you leave anyway." he said, letting his eyes fall shut.

"I missed you, sis." he mumbled, even quieter. He really did hate talking about his feelings, but it was the least he could do.

"Missed you too," she said drowsily, easily dropping off to sleep.

[RL with Nena]

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