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[stilljustandrew]

Two figures emerge from the corridor that leads to the Security Office, moving slowly. It's Ava Wilson and Andrew Wells; they seem tired, or stiff, or dizzy, or possibly all three.

Wait.

Make that three figures. Sort of.

Perched on Andrew's shoulder, alert and looking around, is a familiar arachnoid shape.



[Two pups, two muns. Tag either or both!]

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[3nanashi]

"Same as usual," Trowa says, unspecifically, and shakes his head to the second question.

"Hi," he returns, politely (but without waving). "I'm Trowa."

[hadyougoing]

Oh, so off vaguing it up somewhere.

Good to know!

"Trowa's in the circus," Ava says cheerfully.

"Or ... you were last time I checked."

They may have fired him for excessive talking.

[stilljustandrew]

"The circus?" Andrew looks interested, if a bit vaguely.

[3nanashi]

Trowa nods.

"I'm a clown."

You can tell by how jolly and fun-loving he is!

To be fair, in his circus they seem to define 'clown' mostly as 'acrobat in a funny costume.'

"And target boy."

And he works with the lions. But Ava is here, so there's a certain joke in which ones he picks. (A joke, and also a guardedness. Trowa hasn't seen Ava much in a long while, but he hasn't forgotten the demon bunnies, and their burning hatred of her.)

[hadyougoing]

In fact, Ava's grin very nearly becomes a giggle.

Maybe it's all that child soldiering he used to do that makes the thought of people hurtling projectiles at him seem so funny-slash-appropriate.

"I didn't know that part," she says, slightly reproachful.

"Anyway, um, we might be a little out of it, as a warning ... we just came back from picking up Baby."

It'd be appropriate to describe Andrew's job, but the only words that come to mind right now are The Scholar.

Eh.

If Trowa gets curious, he'll ask.

... But when does he ever ask?

Maybe he'll simmer.