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writetomyheart2024-08-16 10:47 pm
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[Team four] musings on the future
Been rewatching Gundam IBO again. Here's a little pre-canon thing I didn't quite finish
Mobile Suit Gundam Iron-Blooded Orphans,g-rated, around 300ish words
"The others will be wondering where we are soon," Mikazuki says, but, as usual, he doesn't sound very concerned about it.
"Let them wonder," Orga bites back.
He's got no intentions of getting up and going back to work just yet. The First Group bastards can rot for all he cares. The least he can do is give his bruises a chance to heal a little before they decide to add more.
"Alright," Mikazuki shrugs, and leans back against the old mobile suit Maruba's got stashed away back here.
With that settled, Orga closes his eyes again and thinks about taking a nap even though he knows he won't actually drift off. They've barely had a break lately, and he feels like whatever's holding him together right now is tenuous at best. He deserves a few minutes rest.
Not for the first time, Orga wishes there was somewhere else he and Mika and all the other guys could go.
"What would you do if we could get outta here?" he asks, forgoing his nap plans. It's too cold to sleep back here anyway. "No limitations. If we could do anything, what would you do?"
Mikazuki shoves a few more Mars palms in his mouth instead of answering right away, chewing thoughtfully as he thinks.
He's never quite been as impulsive as the rest of them.
"Maybe farm work," he finally says. "Like Biscuit's grandmother does. Only I think I'd like to grow more vegetables than corn."
Orga can't help but smile. "Farming, huh?"
He imagines Mikazuki wearing one of those wide-brimmed sunhats, standing amongst a field of plants, hardly even noticing the dirt smudged on his face.
"You'd be good at it."
Mikazuki shrugs. "What about you, Orga?"
"Not sure," he answers. "Never really thought that far ahead."
Mobile Suit Gundam Iron-Blooded Orphans,g-rated, around 300ish words
"The others will be wondering where we are soon," Mikazuki says, but, as usual, he doesn't sound very concerned about it.
"Let them wonder," Orga bites back.
He's got no intentions of getting up and going back to work just yet. The First Group bastards can rot for all he cares. The least he can do is give his bruises a chance to heal a little before they decide to add more.
"Alright," Mikazuki shrugs, and leans back against the old mobile suit Maruba's got stashed away back here.
With that settled, Orga closes his eyes again and thinks about taking a nap even though he knows he won't actually drift off. They've barely had a break lately, and he feels like whatever's holding him together right now is tenuous at best. He deserves a few minutes rest.
Not for the first time, Orga wishes there was somewhere else he and Mika and all the other guys could go.
"What would you do if we could get outta here?" he asks, forgoing his nap plans. It's too cold to sleep back here anyway. "No limitations. If we could do anything, what would you do?"
Mikazuki shoves a few more Mars palms in his mouth instead of answering right away, chewing thoughtfully as he thinks.
He's never quite been as impulsive as the rest of them.
"Maybe farm work," he finally says. "Like Biscuit's grandmother does. Only I think I'd like to grow more vegetables than corn."
Orga can't help but smile. "Farming, huh?"
He imagines Mikazuki wearing one of those wide-brimmed sunhats, standing amongst a field of plants, hardly even noticing the dirt smudged on his face.
"You'd be good at it."
Mikazuki shrugs. "What about you, Orga?"
"Not sure," he answers. "Never really thought that far ahead."