Estevan wasn't sure what to make of this kind of day. On the one hand, all of his plans and expectations had been disrupted by what was looking horribly like an alien invasion. On the other, the evacuation that followed had led directly to his being herded into a standing-room-only bomb shelter right next tot eh living proof that pretty oriental girls didn't neccessarily have figures like little boys. Oh, sure, there was the stuffy air and the three screaming babies, but compared tot he first two those things didn't even really register.
She was shorter than him by a good margin, which felt a bit odd as he was hardly used to thinking of himself as being tall, and the press of close-packed bodies around them forced her so close he couls smell her shampoo and see clearly that, though her hair was cut in the feathery, mock-artless style that was the current fashion, she hadn't completed the effect by dying the tips in various odd colors the way the dedicated did. He resisted the urge to shift and try to make more room in his pants; that would have been more likely to call attention than do anything to help.
It was all he could do to suppress a guilty start when she looked up suddenly. She froze for a moment when she saw him looking back at her, and then they both turned their heads to try and hide the blushes on their cheeks. "Um," she said after a moment spent raising her courage. "What's flying like? When it's you flying, I mean, rather than just being stuffed into and airline seat."
Okay, so, that was a complete surprise. He rocked back on his mental heels, there not being room to do so literally, and thought about how to answer. "Well, it's..." Freedom. Joy. A meal, after being starved. "...like you were carrying something impossibly heavy on your back, and then you set it down and everything becomes so light you have to dance."
She blinked and thought about it, then bave him a smile as bright as her eyes were dark. "Music can be like that, too."
Score! An actual opening for a conversation! "Is that, um, your 'thing,' then?"
"Uh-huh," she nodded, and reached up to brush a strand of hair out of her eyes and behind her ear. "I guess that the EDU thought it'd make good publicity to use a student band instead of one of their official military ones, so when we won the tournament they shipped us out here to play."
"Student band?" He blinked. "For the actual launch ceremony?"
"That's right. Not even out of high-school yet and already we're world famous."
He grinned. "Cool. I wish I'd had a chance to do a club group like that." That confused her - and her frown was at least as pretty as the rest of her - until he explained. "After my father died, the family needed two people working. I'm still studying for an equivalency certificate, but..."
Bet y'all'd thought I'd forgotten 'bout this. ^_^
Ja, -n
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"Puripuri puripuri... Bang!"
She was shorter than him by a good margin, which felt a bit odd as he was hardly used to thinking of himself as being tall, and the press of close-packed bodies around them forced her so close he couls smell her shampoo and see clearly that, though her hair was cut in the feathery, mock-artless style that was the current fashion, she hadn't completed the effect by dying the tips in various odd colors the way the dedicated did. He resisted the urge to shift and try to make more room in his pants; that would have been more likely to call attention than do anything to help.
It was all he could do to suppress a guilty start when she looked up suddenly. She froze for a moment when she saw him looking back at her, and then they both turned their heads to try and hide the blushes on their cheeks. "Um," she said after a moment spent raising her courage. "What's flying like? When it's you flying, I mean, rather than just being stuffed into and airline seat."
Okay, so, that was a complete surprise. He rocked back on his mental heels, there not being room to do so literally, and thought about how to answer. "Well, it's..." Freedom. Joy. A meal, after being starved. "...like you were carrying something impossibly heavy on your back, and then you set it down and everything becomes so light you have to dance."
She blinked and thought about it, then bave him a smile as bright as her eyes were dark. "Music can be like that, too."
Score! An actual opening for a conversation! "Is that, um, your 'thing,' then?"
"Uh-huh," she nodded, and reached up to brush a strand of hair out of her eyes and behind her ear. "I guess that the EDU thought it'd make good publicity to use a student band instead of one of their official military ones, so when we won the tournament they shipped us out here to play."
"Student band?" He blinked. "For the actual launch ceremony?"
"That's right. Not even out of high-school yet and already we're world famous."
He grinned. "Cool. I wish I'd had a chance to do a club group like that." That confused her - and her frown was at least as pretty as the rest of her - until he explained. "After my father died, the family needed two people working. I'm still studying for an equivalency certificate, but..."
Bet y'all'd thought I'd forgotten 'bout this. ^_^
Ja, -n
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"Puripuri puripuri... Bang!"