Trowa doesn't mind -- better him than someone who might be dangerous to an as-yet-civilian child, or say more about the future than they should -- but of course Quatre approaches.
"Marhaban bik," he says, and nods slightly.
"Quatre?"
He says it as if there's any question; as if he's mostly sure he's remembering something.
(Trowa is, when he cares to be, an excellent liar.)
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Trowa doesn't mind -- better him than someone who might be dangerous to an as-yet-civilian child, or say more about the future than they should -- but of course Quatre approaches.
"Marhaban bik," he says, and nods slightly.
"Quatre?"
He says it as if there's any question; as if he's mostly sure he's remembering something.
(Trowa is, when he cares to be, an excellent liar.)