Interlude Swimming had been a bad idea--and yet Trunks was considering it again. Once he'd managed to get his mind at least somewhat focused again, and body warmed up, he'd left. Toweling off just enough to get back to his room, and then he was taking a cold shower. Very cold, as he leaned on his forearm against the wall.
What the hell did he do now? He wasn't an idiot, even if he'd grown up in a very difficult time. He knew what crushes were--and he wasn't blind. 18, for all that she scared him witless, he could recognize as beautiful. Was it just that for the first time he was 'safe' enough to actually deal with these?
Stupid hormones. Especially since he didn't know how to deal with any of this. It wasn't like when puberty hit, and he'd been able to channel most of his energy away into training, or occasionally been shy but read and looked at pictures or magazines (that his mom would kill him about if she knew).
He was also worried about if this would affect his being able to WORK with Ahsoka. She was a capable warrior-peacekeeper. Smart, experienced, funny, and he trusted her. Just because she was cute, and lithe, and moved like a stalking cat...
His mouth twisted in a scowl, fist hitting the wall of the shower lightly. Deep breaths, calling on what discipline he had to focus. Food. Get breakfast. Then go explore around the castle grounds. Then lunch. After that, he would meet her for meditation practice.
Deep breaths, and this didn't change anything as Trunks thought over things logically. She wasn't any less who she was, just because he might start liking her more than just as an ally and friend. Nor would he let that get in the way--they couldn't afford it.
Taking some strength from that, he finished up and started to go about his day.
Trunks was much calmer when they met up at the Observation room on the 3rd floor. Equilibrium regained, and for him--he had 'rested' which meant recovering well. The black shirt was looser and more covering than his usual tops but comfortable, as were the comfy black pants that weren't quite sweatpants. Some kind of light canvas, and they went together well.
Once they entered the room, blue eyes widened a bit. The windows were set up high in the ceiling, going up to a glass dome over it all. The walls were some kind of warm but dark wood, with art in the style of various flora along the walls at tasteful intervals. The lights were soft, and there were low cushions on the floor of various shapes and types. One wall held a plain white-frame bearing a picture of the teleportation-pad.
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Meditation practice and dinner announcements
Date: 2017-02-27 02:29 am (UTC)Swimming had been a bad idea--and yet Trunks was considering it again. Once he'd managed to get his mind at least somewhat focused again, and body warmed up, he'd left. Toweling off just enough to get back to his room, and then he was taking a cold shower. Very cold, as he leaned on his forearm against the wall.
What the hell did he do now? He wasn't an idiot, even if he'd grown up in a very difficult time. He knew what crushes were--and he wasn't blind. 18, for all that she scared him witless, he could recognize as beautiful. Was it just that for the first time he was 'safe' enough to actually deal with these?
Stupid hormones. Especially since he didn't know how to deal with any of this. It wasn't like when puberty hit, and he'd been able to channel most of his energy away into training, or occasionally been shy but read and looked at pictures or magazines (that his mom would kill him about if she knew).
He was also worried about if this would affect his being able to WORK with Ahsoka. She was a capable warrior-peacekeeper. Smart, experienced, funny, and he trusted her. Just because she was cute, and lithe, and moved like a stalking cat...
His mouth twisted in a scowl, fist hitting the wall of the shower lightly. Deep breaths, calling on what discipline he had to focus. Food. Get breakfast. Then go explore around the castle grounds. Then lunch. After that, he would meet her for meditation practice.
Deep breaths, and this didn't change anything as Trunks thought over things logically. She wasn't any less who she was, just because he might start liking her more than just as an ally and friend. Nor would he let that get in the way--they couldn't afford it.
Taking some strength from that, he finished up and started to go about his day.
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Trunks was much calmer when they met up at the Observation room on the 3rd floor. Equilibrium regained, and for him--he had 'rested' which meant recovering well. The black shirt was looser and more covering than his usual tops but comfortable, as were the comfy black pants that weren't quite sweatpants. Some kind of light canvas, and they went together well.
Once they entered the room, blue eyes widened a bit. The windows were set up high in the ceiling, going up to a glass dome over it all. The walls were some kind of warm but dark wood, with art in the style of various flora along the walls at tasteful intervals. The lights were soft, and there were low cushions on the floor of various shapes and types. One wall held a plain white-frame bearing a picture of the teleportation-pad.