>>5533622Turning, you see a pretty blond in a long tan coat making her way toward one of the nearby cars, one hand lowering her dark sunglasses as she passes by you, giving a quick wink. You blink, taking a moment to place her - She’s a little older than when you last saw her, but there’s no mistaking her.
“...Miss Hamon?” You call after the woman, taking a few steps in pursuit, entirely caught up in the moment - What are the chances?
“Where are you headed, miss?” A man’s voice sounds from within the nearest car, a dark sedan which very much is <span class="mu-i">not</span> a taxi.
“I was thinking I might let you pick.” She replies, leaning over to look in through the rolled down window of the car, smiling mischievously at the driver before glancing back toward you, nodding to the door.
Oh. Oh!
You move over quickly and put your things in the trunk, finding it already unlocked, and then get in the back of the car. Could it be?...
“It’s been a long time, Felix!” Ramba says from the driver’s seat, reaching back to shake your hand. He has a firm grip, scars on his knuckles and forearm speaking of years of brawls.
“Far too long, Ramba!” You answer, nearly overjoyed to see the man; it's been years, but he was almost like an uncle to you when you were a child.
Ramba is definitely the more aged looking of the two, military service having transformed him from the dark haired young captain of your childhood memories to a slowly graying veteran - But he’s not that old, and his toothy grin does a lot to hide the passage of time. The look suits him very well, a properly rugged officer. Hamon’s barely changed at all for her part, a few very, very faint wrinkles here and there but otherwise the same fox she’s always been. The electric car whirs to life, nearly silent as it pulls out into the slow spaceport traffic.
“How have you both been?” You ask, “I’ve been trying to find a way to see you, we all have, but things-”
“Things have been complicated.” Ramba finishes for you, nodding, “The Colonel’s been working me like a dog, haven’t had a chance to drop by - Not that I’d be welcomed outside of a party. Managed to convince him to give me this job, took a bit of doing though.”
“Ramba’s threatened to sneak into the palace for the last couple of months,” Hamon says idly, checking herself over in a small hand mirror, “Personally I was all for it, but he would have had to shave his mustache and that just wouldn’t do…”
“Hah, still doing that disguise stuff?” You ask, the idea of the two of them still sneaking like they did years ago bringing a smile to your face.
“<span class="mu-i">Still?</span> Careful there.” Hamon warns, eliciting a laugh from Ramba, which in turn elicits a sharp elbow from Hamon, though their antics soon die down, ”...I was glad to hear Astraia is doing better, Felix. She was so frail when I saw her last.”
