[Having just warmed up with some tea from the cafe above Seventh Heaven, Jean is on his way back to his apartment in the Flame Building. He looks forward to a nice hot shower, since after spending the afternoon taking care of and training his new horse, he reeks of stable. Just a little bit.
He's distracted from this course when he spots a familiar uniform out of the corner of his eye. He wears his own anytime he leaves to go anywhere, out of a (perhaps vain) desire to feel prepared in the face of the shifting uncertainties presented by this world, and right now is no exception. So he wouldn't think much of it, because Marco is the same way, if not for the out-of-place color green and the wings emblazoned over it.
When he realizes who he's looking at, he falters for a surprised second before striding over. He doesn't have time to sort out his racing thoughts, or the questions billowing in his mind.]
Captain...?
[Holy shit, it really is him... He falls into a rigid salute once he reaches his target.]
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He's distracted from this course when he spots a familiar uniform out of the corner of his eye. He wears his own anytime he leaves to go anywhere, out of a (perhaps vain) desire to feel prepared in the face of the shifting uncertainties presented by this world, and right now is no exception. So he wouldn't think much of it, because Marco is the same way, if not for the out-of-place color green and the wings emblazoned over it.
When he realizes who he's looking at, he falters for a surprised second before striding over. He doesn't have time to sort out his racing thoughts, or the questions billowing in his mind.]
Captain...?
[Holy shit, it really is him... He falls into a rigid salute once he reaches his target.]