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[backendbat]

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Sorry I've been slow. A lot of things going on. But will backtag forever.

[lionwhisperer]

It's true. Trowa has long since lost his sense of self-preservation in terms of taking on missions. He didn't have anyone that would miss him, would care, so why should he? He has people who do care now, so he has less of a reason to just throw everything away. His sister... his friends... the guy who had come pick him up after having to fake his own death...

Trowa made a sound of amusement at that]

I hope I'd never keep you from that. You enjoy it so much.

hey, no worries at all! i'll backtag into infinity! hope things cool down for ya soon

[backendbat]

[Nightwing would certainly worry if Trowa didn't have anyone else but his nagging butt. and he doesn't seem the adoptive type, either, so there's that.

he offers Trowa a grin]

No, it's alright. I do enjoy it, but this is just as worth it.

thanks, hopefully soon

[lionwhisperer]

[For a while, he didn't have anyone nagging him and then he became the friends of the other pilots and everyone worried about him then. He was still getting used to that]

Good. I'm glad to hear it. Aside from how this started [Having to fake dying to get rid of a tail] This has been worth it.

[backendbat]

[there's no escape. Trowa maybe has realized it, but until he's in deep trouble he maybe won't understand the volume of Not Escape]

For the burgers and fries? [teasing of course]

[lionwhisperer]

[He definitely understood that there was no escaping all these people. They were wonderful people who didn't care about the past he had]

Yes of course. Burgers and fries make running away from death better. [Joking as well]

[backendbat]

Hey, caviar has nothing on this greasy stuff. [a chuckle] I think the other guys would agree with that, too.

[lionwhisperer]

I agree with that. [Trowa took a french fry out of the bag to snack on it] Quatre might be the only one who would object.

[backendbat]

That's because he's been brought up on that finer stuff since the bottle. Doesn't make him any less than a great warrior, though. [and really, as if Dick can talk-- maybe not the bottle, but short pants]