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After the Shindig
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.
Hopefully, though, he won't have to.
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"They all are, usually. As a baseline."
"I don't know if it's based on some event or tradition, or if it's just part of their nature. But the Milliways population is consistent about that."
It's always a little weird to realize that this isn't obvious to everyone. Everyone observant and intelligent, anyway. If Trowa were talking to someone whose perceptiveness he didn't respect, he wouldn't be surprised at all, but he also wouldn't be explaining like this.
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"They have traditions?" he asks, self-aware enough not to let his voice dip too far into enchantment.
(His heart, on the other hand...)
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"I don't know."
"But they're pretty intelligent. I don't have cause to rule it out."
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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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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).