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Heero-centric GW drabble
They laugh when he chooses to sleep in his Gundam, instead of camping out with them. They talk of tents, night breezes, the immensity of the sky, as if they're selling points. They're space babies; the novelty makes them happy. Not him. They assume he's obsessed with war, the mission, the risks, that he wants to be ready for battle at a moment's notice. They think it's a bit sad how he only feels safe cradled inside a war machine.
It's also true.
Mostly he sleeps in his Gundam because when he doesn't, he dreams age-faded memories of explosive decompression.
It's not even really the idea I wanted to write at first. *sadness* I have something about people growing up on colonies liking to close every door and window and liking solid structures around them, but that's more of a background, worldbuilding detail than anything to base a fic on.
... Not that I want to write a real GW fic again. >_>
No, really, I don't.
i can't think of anythiiiiing. heero, you whore, talk more loudly or go away already ToT