[What was it with boys and their mecha? Why was nearly every male in her life a pilot or a fanatic? Maybe it was her. Because she was one of the Whispered. Her head was full of all kinds of knowledge that Kaname didn't quite understand - didn't understand but could spout off to others.
She's been sitting around this hangar with all kinds of mechanics milling about waiting for something different to happen. To be able to leave behind the smell of grease and testosterone and maybe actually get some fresh air. Her patience only extends so far and it's quickly reaching the end of her limit.
Kanames's eyes move to where the open hatch is to the nearby Gundam. Inside was the teenager Coordinator who the machine belonged to. She leans forward and rests her chin in her hand, eyes narrowing as if that will make him finish sooner. Maintenance on these things was extremely important. No one wanted a mecha to malfunction in the middle of a battle but she can only watch people move back and forth across the hangar for so long.
Finally she sighed and got to her feet, leaving behind the crate she'd been sitting on for the last two hours. Next time she swore that she'd bring something to read at least. Or maybe her schoolbooks so she could at least study. Crossing the catwalk is quick and once Kaname reaches the hatch, she pokes her head into the cockpit - daring to cross the space in between.]
Aren't you done yet? You've been in there for a while and the cafeteria is going to stop serving lunch soon.
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[What was it with boys and their mecha? Why was nearly every male in her life a pilot or a fanatic? Maybe it was her. Because she was one of the Whispered. Her head was full of all kinds of knowledge that Kaname didn't quite understand - didn't understand but could spout off to others.
She's been sitting around this hangar with all kinds of mechanics milling about waiting for something different to happen. To be able to leave behind the smell of grease and testosterone and maybe actually get some fresh air. Her patience only extends so far and it's quickly reaching the end of her limit.
Kanames's eyes move to where the open hatch is to the nearby Gundam. Inside was the teenager Coordinator who the machine belonged to. She leans forward and rests her chin in her hand, eyes narrowing as if that will make him finish sooner. Maintenance on these things was extremely important. No one wanted a mecha to malfunction in the middle of a battle but she can only watch people move back and forth across the hangar for so long.
Finally she sighed and got to her feet, leaving behind the crate she'd been sitting on for the last two hours. Next time she swore that she'd bring something to read at least. Or maybe her schoolbooks so she could at least study. Crossing the catwalk is quick and once Kaname reaches the hatch, she pokes her head into the cockpit - daring to cross the space in between.]
Aren't you done yet? You've been in there for a while and the cafeteria is going to stop serving lunch soon.