Corps Air

Corps Air
16 March 2020
Vladivostok, Russia
~CORPS AIR~
March 2020
Vladivostok, Primorsky Krai, Russia
A tap on Pietr's shoulder.
He whirls, squaring his feet as he turns. (why is Pietr getting ready to fight?)
Chuck in a similar fighting stance.
Both Pietr's eyebrows dart to his hairline.
“I brought your gear.”
He grins, sweeps Chuck into a hug, lifts her off her feet. 
She starts— 
Pietr— 
—clings and hugs him back. 
He sets her down lightly.
She hangs on for a beat, jumps back.
::Great to see you! I missed you.:: 
Chuck's breath stutters. “I, uh, missed you, too.” 
Pietr beams. ::How was the trip?:: 
“Godawful stupid coldn mind-numbingly boring. I'm never flyin' Corps Air again.” 
Pietr pulls an exaggerated frown. ::Seeing me's not worth it?::
A lot of different expressions get mixed across Chuck's face. 
Pietr breaks up laughing. 
“Yea, yea, laugh all you want. You try flying cargo with an oxygen mask for seven hours.”
He blinks, all mock innocence. ::Cargo? They chartered me a jet.:: 
“I hate you,” she growls. 
Pietr stabs his chest with an imaginary knife and flops dramatically to the floor. 
Passing techs turn and stare.
Chuck grabs his hand and tugs. “Get up, y' idiot! Y' want everyone t' think yer crazy?” 
Pietr frees his hand, eyes crinkling. ::I am crazy, remember?:: He twirls a finger near his ear. ::Funny brain?:: 
“Not that kinda funny. Get up, Pietr.” 
He hops up, grinning. ::You eaten?:: 
Chuck shakes her head. ::C'mon, mess hall's this way.:: He links their arms and leads Chuck down the corridor.
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