#hvithale

“Please,” Libra wipes the mud from her eyes, extremely tempted to fling it at her friend, “Please, don’t call it that again.”

“Oh this is yours?”

Winter hardly paid attention at this point. Whatever was in her laundry might as well be hers. 

“Miss Sterling!” Clover said, trying to look as friendly as possible. He knew she was unhappy with her situation, to put it mildly. No reason to make it worse. “I know you don’t like it, but you need rest and monitoring to make sure you’re going to be okay. We still aren’t sure if the implant is going to take properly, and if your body starts to reject it outside of our facilities, we don’t know what’ll happen to you. We just want to make sure you’re okay, Libra. We’re not the bad guys.”

He had his arms up in as non-threatening a position as he could muster. Hard, of course, when you’re the leader of the Ace Ops. He knew he had a reputation, but he hoped that she would see that he didn’t mean any harm.

“Let’s just head back to the hospital, Libra. We’re really just trying to help.”

“Aren’t you being a little dramatic, Neesan?” Clover snickers at Libra as he places his chin in hand, elbow on the breakfast table. 

“I don’t like these High Atlesian parties either, but I’m inviting you as my plus one because family should stick together, you know? Let’s die together, right?” Clover laughs softly before picking up his glass of orange juice.