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Undercover boss but different
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maganacEarth.
Breathing in the crisp, night air, Quatre couldn't entirely help the small shiver that ran down his back, but it wasn't entirely unpleasant either. Unlike the weather on the colonies --always strictly regulated, the temperature within the same 1.5 degree margin barring major catastrophe-- the weather on Earth was unpredictable. As a colony brat, it had been something Quatre had to adjust to --and there had certainly been times Earth's fickle weather patterns had caused additional trouble-- but at the same time he couldn't help but admire how beautiful it all was. There was freedom in it, a reminder that regardless of how far they had come, humanity hadn't fully tamed the Earth. There was a liveliness to it that the colonies, try as they might, could never quite replicate.
Even right now, sitting here on Trowa's trailer steps, with the knowledge that his visit wasn't exactly a social one, it was something he couldn't help but enjoy.
Leaning back, he rested his head against the door of the trailer, allowing his eyes to drift upwards towards the starry skies. From what Trowa had told him about the schedule for this tour, the grand finale must have just wrapped up in the big tent further ahead. Soon the audience would come pouring out to head home and the performers would clean up for the night. Trowa, he knew, always checked on the animals before turning in for the night. But that was all right, Quatre could wait.
Breathing in the crisp, night air, Quatre couldn't entirely help the small shiver that ran down his back, but it wasn't entirely unpleasant either. Unlike the weather on the colonies --always strictly regulated, the temperature within the same 1.5 degree margin barring major catastrophe-- the weather on Earth was unpredictable. As a colony brat, it had been something Quatre had to adjust to --and there had certainly been times Earth's fickle weather patterns had caused additional trouble-- but at the same time he couldn't help but admire how beautiful it all was. There was freedom in it, a reminder that regardless of how far they had come, humanity hadn't fully tamed the Earth. There was a liveliness to it that the colonies, try as they might, could never quite replicate.
Even right now, sitting here on Trowa's trailer steps, with the knowledge that his visit wasn't exactly a social one, it was something he couldn't help but enjoy.
Leaning back, he rested his head against the door of the trailer, allowing his eyes to drift upwards towards the starry skies. From what Trowa had told him about the schedule for this tour, the grand finale must have just wrapped up in the big tent further ahead. Soon the audience would come pouring out to head home and the performers would clean up for the night. Trowa, he knew, always checked on the animals before turning in for the night. But that was all right, Quatre could wait.
