[See, if it was perfect soldier boy Heero fucking Yuy in this room instead of Duo "Prison Flight Risk" Maxwell, he'd probably note the way this woman carries herself the moment she joins him. Everything about her, from the toned arms to the firearm at her hip, fingers easily finding refuge there, to the dangerous look in her eyes as her gaze sweeps over Duo: she's every bit a soldier. Rank high enough to interrogate a possible enemy, naturally. But not high enough to decide what exactly to do with him or else he wouldn't have gotten out of the shuttle alive.
But since this is Duo "Kick My Ass" Maxwell, instead of using those shitty acting tactics the Gundam pilots have, he just furrows his eyebrows at her, mouth pulled into a pout.]
Dunno why I'd need one, my do's awesome. It looks cool and the girls seem to love it. Speaking of toast, can't ya spare some for a growing boy?
[He shrugs one shoulder, winces as something in there definitely protests, lets the pain wash over him, stalls while he decides how much he should lie.]
I dunno what you mean by programming and Doomed Vessel central isn't exactly the best modeling agency, but I'm just a guy on my last leg of luck, is all. I haven't been recruited for anything aside from a crappy field trip gone wrong.
[Which is true since technically he planned to steal from the Proff and his men before all the Deathscythe stuff! So he didn't lie, stuck to his motto. Good job, Duo, good job. He widens his eyes, imploring puppy dog eyes. But he has a feeling it isn't going to work so easily, this woman and her crew are gunning for all suspicious ships and once again his luck is just dandy.]
no its wondrous is what it is
But since this is Duo "Kick My Ass" Maxwell, instead of using those shitty acting tactics the Gundam pilots have, he just furrows his eyebrows at her, mouth pulled into a pout.]
Dunno why I'd need one, my do's awesome. It looks cool and the girls seem to love it. Speaking of toast, can't ya spare some for a growing boy?
[He shrugs one shoulder, winces as something in there definitely protests, lets the pain wash over him, stalls while he decides how much he should lie.]
I dunno what you mean by programming and Doomed Vessel central isn't exactly the best modeling agency, but I'm just a guy on my last leg of luck, is all. I haven't been recruited for anything aside from a crappy field trip gone wrong.
[Which is true since technically he planned to steal from the Proff and his men before all the Deathscythe stuff! So he didn't lie, stuck to his motto. Good job, Duo, good job. He widens his eyes, imploring puppy dog eyes. But he has a feeling it isn't going to work so easily, this woman and her crew are gunning for all suspicious ships and once again his luck is just dandy.]