WHO: Trowa Barton & Quatre Winner
WHAT: Arrival into Storyrbooke
WHEN: Last Friday
WHERE: Outside
RATING: UR
STATUS: In Progress
He wasn’t sure where he was. This wasn’t the usual circumstance anymore, even though he hadn’t given up the nomadic lifestyle. He was nomadic with a circus and they had a schedule of stops. Still, this wasn’t the most unusual occurrence, not knowing where he was. At least he knew who he was this time. And it wasn’t raining. It looked like it was somewhere in the upper end of North America according to the flora and fauna. He was glad he was wearing his regular clothes, and not his circus outfit. That was a little hard to blend in wearing.
Looking around to take stock of the situation, he spotted a familiar glint from the top of someone’s head. A very familiar blond head. He hadn’t seen the other Gundam pilot in around a month, since they’d detonated their buddies. He used his long legs to eat the distance, and came up next to Quatre.
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