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Nightclothes Title: Nightclothes Fandom: Gundam 00 Disclaimer: No ownership implied, no profit gained. This is a fanwork. Characters/Pairings: Setsuna/Exia Rating: T Summary: Exia is new to having a human-shaped body, and therefore a little confused about everything involved. Notes: AU, obviously~
Exia was relieved to find Feldt on the bridge of the Ptolemaois II, sitting in her usual position opposite Mileina. She didn't seem to be doing anything too crucial, which was good... Exia had a bit of a strange question that he needed an answer to and while Feldt had often smiled at his enthusiastic queries, she'd rarely laughed... unlike some crew members. Honestly, it wasn't like it was particularly easy to be a person, especially after being something else. "Feldt?" he questioned, pushing off from the doorway to gently float over to her. "Exia..." she looked up at him and smiled. "Need something?" "I have a question," Exia admitted. He tried to smile and think of the best way to word it before deciding it might have just been better to ask Setsuna or not say anything at all. "I bet I can answer it!" Mileina chirped from her seat. "Well..." Exia honestly thought it made more sense to ask the older of the two women, but perhaps... "C'mon, what is it?" As she spoke, Mileina swung around to stand beside Feldt's chair, smiling widely. "I wanted to ask about nightclothes," Exia said. "I don't really understand the point." "You said that about blankets on a climate-controlled ship," Mileina replied quickly. "It's sort of the same idea - something comfy to sleep in." Exia frowned. "That would make sense, except I wear them for all of a few minutes before Setsuna..." He trailed off as Feldt quickly held up a hand to halt him before she reached with both hands to mock-cover Mileina's ears. "Continue," she said as Mileina pouted and crossed her arms. "Though I think you may have just figured out the answer for yourself." And yet it wasn't the last time Exia turned to the pair of them for help.
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