"Christ, Heero, and what happens if this place fucks off with all the instant shit?" Highly unlikely in a normal world, but in this place? He wouldn't doubt that at one point it might try to starve them out, or something of the like - which was why he was starting to make a stash of canned things and food that would keep for a little while if they needed it. Or another robot murder fest started up again.
Plucking another piece of dragon fruit from the bowl, Duo takes a bite and hums his appreciation, nodding as if Heero might need to see his approval of the fruit before leaning back on his little leaning tower of lounge support. The braided pilot listens quietly, for once in his life, as Heero explains, carefully chewing at his fruit, but still machining away at what he had in the bowl. After all, this was Duo, there was nothing like 'eating slowly' in his vocabulary or catalogue of leaned behaviors, even being around the others in the war.
"So basically exactly like the war?" Sorry, Heero, but he's fresh out of it so he's gotten to hear a lot of the revisionist history going on. But they hadn't really had the chance to discover these things just yet, have they? For the moment, though, he'll just contemplate what the other boy is saying, head tilted up toward the ceiling. His bare foot begins to tap a little, brain clearly working in over drive as he tries to piece things out a little bit by what he's experienced so far.
"I can say that meat is just as unappealing here as it was back home, so far. Just sayin'..."
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"Christ, Heero, and what happens if this place fucks off with all the instant shit?" Highly unlikely in a normal world, but in this place? He wouldn't doubt that at one point it might try to starve them out, or something of the like - which was why he was starting to make a stash of canned things and food that would keep for a little while if they needed it. Or another robot murder fest started up again.
Plucking another piece of dragon fruit from the bowl, Duo takes a bite and hums his appreciation, nodding as if Heero might need to see his approval of the fruit before leaning back on his little leaning tower of lounge support. The braided pilot listens quietly, for once in his life, as Heero explains, carefully chewing at his fruit, but still machining away at what he had in the bowl. After all, this was Duo, there was nothing like 'eating slowly' in his vocabulary or catalogue of leaned behaviors, even being around the others in the war.
"So basically exactly like the war?" Sorry, Heero, but he's fresh out of it so he's gotten to hear a lot of the revisionist history going on. But they hadn't really had the chance to discover these things just yet, have they? For the moment, though, he'll just contemplate what the other boy is saying, head tilted up toward the ceiling. His bare foot begins to tap a little, brain clearly working in over drive as he tries to piece things out a little bit by what he's experienced so far.
"I can say that meat is just as unappealing here as it was back home, so far. Just sayin'..."