"Course I would be. Can't let you clean up alone, can I?" He slips books back onto their shelves and smiles encouragingly. "...felt a bit like studying in the Garrison but without the ability to reference data on the computer terminals. All these pilots all dreaming of the sky." His smile turns wistful and light. Shiro glances at the printed blueprints still laying out and strides over to them.
"I'll put these back where they belong." He pauses like he has every time he's seen the Manacutter. "...remind me to ask someone about these. If they're just like the ones I've heard about..." If they're the same, he'll have to let Castor know.
She had sounded like she loved the sky. It would be a shame not to let her have that joy again. "Then I know someone who knows how to fly one."
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"I'll put these back where they belong." He pauses like he has every time he's seen the Manacutter. "...remind me to ask someone about these. If they're just like the ones I've heard about..." If they're the same, he'll have to let Castor know.
She had sounded like she loved the sky. It would be a shame not to let her have that joy again. "Then I know someone who knows how to fly one."