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- Male
- Female
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Ronin had to laugh.
Of all the questions she could have asked, Anya chose the game. It rather pleased him, though, because it showed just what kind of person she was; considerate, a bit naive, eager to learn, intelligent, compassionate, kind. All admirable traits and the more the traveler learned, the happier he was that he'd brought the blond from the past, glad he'd whisked her away from her fate and frankly, he wasn't looking forward to returning her anytime soon. But soon was a relative term when one had a time machine.
Yes, he was very glad for her and still more thankful that he was allowed to change the subject for a time. Karen was...still a topic that hurt to speak of and just how he could use the power he had was...complicated. Both things were not something he WANTED to discuss in a hospital bed. In the time machine, where he had distractions, felt comfortable and safe....fine. He would speak of it, but...not here.
So instead of his life-story.....Ronin explained the game of tag.
--
The traveler felt relief once they were on the jet and the plane was taking off. Their pilot was very polite and professional, but he and Anya were left the whole of the plane to explore. Ronin, upon arriving at the airport, had declined the airline services that Maheem had been so thoughtful to leave behind. It was a nice gesture, but some topics were best left to discussion without listening ears. Besides, anything he or Anya needed, they could easily get themselves.
So it was that the two found themselves lounging back in first-class style seats, snacks scattered around them, some open and most not at this point, but soon or later they would be devoured, too. There were other things in the service area of the plane like cold sandwiches in the fridge, yogurts, juices and the like, but for now snacks were working just fine.
They'd been flying for about an hour and Ronin had exhausted explaining every game - present, future and alien - that he knew to Anya. He now leaned his head on the pillow resting on the armrest - getting to the plane from the hospital had tired him out far more than he'd thought it would, but that made sense as it had been some time since he'd used his powers - and shrugged with a grin, hair in his pale green eyes.
"I don't know anymore. I swear! Stop the interrogation, I don't know!" he exclaimed with laughter in his voice, holding up a hand in mock surrender.
Of all the questions she could have asked, Anya chose the game. It rather pleased him, though, because it showed just what kind of person she was; considerate, a bit naive, eager to learn, intelligent, compassionate, kind. All admirable traits and the more the traveler learned, the happier he was that he'd brought the blond from the past, glad he'd whisked her away from her fate and frankly, he wasn't looking forward to returning her anytime soon. But soon was a relative term when one had a time machine.
Yes, he was very glad for her and still more thankful that he was allowed to change the subject for a time. Karen was...still a topic that hurt to speak of and just how he could use the power he had was...complicated. Both things were not something he WANTED to discuss in a hospital bed. In the time machine, where he had distractions, felt comfortable and safe....fine. He would speak of it, but...not here.
So instead of his life-story.....Ronin explained the game of tag.
--
The traveler felt relief once they were on the jet and the plane was taking off. Their pilot was very polite and professional, but he and Anya were left the whole of the plane to explore. Ronin, upon arriving at the airport, had declined the airline services that Maheem had been so thoughtful to leave behind. It was a nice gesture, but some topics were best left to discussion without listening ears. Besides, anything he or Anya needed, they could easily get themselves.
So it was that the two found themselves lounging back in first-class style seats, snacks scattered around them, some open and most not at this point, but soon or later they would be devoured, too. There were other things in the service area of the plane like cold sandwiches in the fridge, yogurts, juices and the like, but for now snacks were working just fine.
They'd been flying for about an hour and Ronin had exhausted explaining every game - present, future and alien - that he knew to Anya. He now leaned his head on the pillow resting on the armrest - getting to the plane from the hospital had tired him out far more than he'd thought it would, but that made sense as it had been some time since he'd used his powers - and shrugged with a grin, hair in his pale green eyes.
"I don't know anymore. I swear! Stop the interrogation, I don't know!" he exclaimed with laughter in his voice, holding up a hand in mock surrender.