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[tobeproud]

Who: Quatre, Edgeworth
What: A virus strikes! Quatre and Edgeworth are forced to stay within proximity of each other, lest they become terribly ill.
Where: The Maganac's village and base of operations.
When: Some random point in time.
Warnings: None!

The sun peaked through the curtains of the window, slowly bathing the small bedroom in light. It was a quiet morning; the only sounds that could be heard were those of men and women setting up shops at the market down the hill, and those were only faint echos at best.

It was a day to sleep in--not that Quatre normally did. There was something about this place, though, something peaceful and safe. Everyone knew who he was, just as they did nearly everywhere he went these days, but the Maganac Corps were like family, and so was everyone in the village by proxy. He could forget about politics and disarmament, at least for a moment, which was why--when a sliver of sunlight positioned itself directly over his face--the young man simply winced and rolled over with nothing more than a groan.

He could afford a moment more.

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:3c

[tobeproud]

Contrary to what Edgeworth might think, very few emotions were noteworthy. Having long grown used to their fluctuations, he kept talking as if the flash of increased anxiety had gone unnoticed. "Being from the colonies, I'm actually more experienced with shuttles. My first time on a plane was only a year ago." As he said this, a thoughtful look crossed his face. "Which reminds me... Obviously, there are some key differences you should know about."

^3^<3

[samuraiprosecutor]

To think, flitting around outer space was mundane for him long before his first experience with a plane. If Edgeworth had his timeline right, even the boy's fledgling flights in his war machine would have come before his first steps on Earth. He wondered briefly if Winner had anticipated his first plane trip with any of the anxiety he was feeling now as they approached the shuttle. However, he discarded the notion almost immediately. Surely experiences on such a massive scale would make something like a plane ride seem unspeakably banal.

Their life experiences and perception may not be mirrored, but he could at least try to maintain an equivalent level of grace. Edgeworth made an effort to steady his thoughts, nourishing the excitement slowly building in his chest and scattering the threads of anxiety as best he could. "Please, elucidate. Forewarned is forearmed, after all."