After the Shindig

[04_after]

Quatre's lying on the sofa in his apartment, socked feet resting up on one of the arm rests as he reads a book. He's vaguely waiting for his boyfriend (he hasn't changed out of what he is wearing for the party, though he's pulled his sleeves back down), but it's the type of book -- and he has the type of patience -- that he can probably wait near-infinitely (for sums of the infinite under 12 hours).

Hopefully, though, he won't have to.

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[04_after]

"I wonder how they'd view the bonfire." Quatre thoughtfully curls his hand against the part of Trowa's upper back he's shifted it to, feeling the fabric catch slightly against his fingers.

Because fire would probably be important to their society.

"Anyway, I suppose a specific hatred of Ava would support the hypothesis that they're at least as advanced as some corvidae." Flock logistics were, in fact, part of Quatre's training.

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Trowa agrees, which he communicates by fractionally tipping his head with a slow blink.

Anything more seems unnecessary.

"I don't know," he says, about the bonfire question. "They avoid large groups of people." Most animals do.

But tonight's bonfire was pretty well surrounded by humans (and other Milliways approximations thereof).