It was bright and early in the Lunar Kingdom. TOO early. Merida pounded on the door to her brother's place with her fist, balancing a container and a cup of coffee in her other hand. She was the exact opposite of a morning person. She was the equivalant of waking a bear up in hibernation if she was up before ten am. With the primary target of her ire safely tucked away in stately duties, Adrian was the nearest target. Well, the nearest one that would tolerate her crabby bullshit properly.
But there was another reason she had decided to darken her twin's doorstep. Since she quit her normal job and Genion was fine, she had nothing to do. Sure, she could work on campaign notes or play games or something... But she was too pissed at being woken up by her damn room mate. She needed to do REAL work. And Adrian was a solo act. Surely, he'd be able to help her mellow out chasing down a strange signal before someone else got to it. She didn't question the tip off from someone at asscrack-of-dawn-o'clock, she was far too not awake. Who'd pass up the chance of free labor and possible good loot? Well... Adrian would if she pissed him off too much with her mood. But that was what breakfast was for. Luckily, the bastard was a morning person AND had his own toy to utilize. It was a total win win!
She waited at his door for him to answer, dressed ready to go in her tank top, hair braided back, jumpsuit tied off at the waist. The only thing she was missing was someone with a ship to get her there. Or a mech...
But there was another reason she had decided to darken her twin's doorstep. Since she quit her normal job and Genion was fine, she had nothing to do. Sure, she could work on campaign notes or play games or something... But she was too pissed at being woken up by her damn room mate. She needed to do REAL work. And Adrian was a solo act. Surely, he'd be able to help her mellow out chasing down a strange signal before someone else got to it. She didn't question the tip off from someone at asscrack-of-dawn-o'clock, she was far too not awake. Who'd pass up the chance of free labor and possible good loot? Well... Adrian would if she pissed him off too much with her mood. But that was what breakfast was for. Luckily, the bastard was a morning person AND had his own toy to utilize. It was a total win win!
She waited at his door for him to answer, dressed ready to go in her tank top, hair braided back, jumpsuit tied off at the waist. The only thing she was missing was someone with a ship to get her there. Or a mech...
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