#@air

L’esercitazione “Trident Juncture 15”

Necessaria per certificazione NATO  dell’Italian Joint Force Air Component (ITA-JFAC)

Maybe they arrived a little late because Quick really didn't want to tuck his shirt in and every time his tie was fussed with it just ended up becoming undone again anyway (by his own merits). Or maybe it was because Air looked like he had been sentenced to become reprogrammed to be an air conditioning unit for a human in those clothes. The sheer amount of discomfort was enough to make Quick laugh until he hunched over-- until he was made to tuck his shirt in. Even now he tugged restlessly at it, a brief frown working at his features before he decided against yanking it out again. 

"Looks like everyone's settled in!" He whistled out, upper body leaning forward while he rose to the balls of his feet to curiously take the crowd in. A part of him hoped to see Ring and Copy among the crowds, but from where he was standing he had yet to pick them up with scans.

The need to explore the entire ship before getting comfortable roused within him, and he tried to keep it to himself-- mostly. He wasn't going to stray too far from Air just yet. After all, they had just arrived.

The message was late, but that didn't stop Quick from gathering the bird cage, the book bag filled with books, and a bag before rushing out of his 'garage' to where Air was. Valentine's day had come and gone, but he had decided to use the human holiday as a means to start making amends with his brothers. He had been away for such a time that he was positive that more than just Flash would be upset with him.