[Duo is from the end of the Frozen Teardrop novel series, so he is 1) around 45 years old, hence the PB, 2) not in a great place emotionally, and 3) has recently become President of the Mars Federation. There will be spoilers here.]
A1. God, he's tired.
President James Clerk Maxwell (what a fucking pretentious name, why had he ever tolerated Hilde saddling him with it) reaches for the pen he'd dropped on his desk. A long, dramatic sigh slips from his lips. He's been clean for almost seven years now--no smokes, no booze.
And is he ever regretting it.
He'd just get through this pile of paperwork and then he'd go home, he promises himself. It was getting pretty late; with any luck, Hilde would already have turned in before he got back and he could avoid a continuation of this morning's quarrel.
His office wavers around him, the colors of curtains and carpet and potted plant suddenly too vivid.
"Gonna work myself to death at this rate," he mutters, throwing down his pen again and rubbing at his eyes. He stands up and cups his hands around his mouth, the room seeming to swim around him. "Heero! Hey, HEERO! Get in here and tell me what I'm signing!"
He doesn't, of course, mean the Heero he'd known; that Heero, still looking not a day over seventeen and grumpy as ever, had run off with Relena just as soon as all the fuss was over. President Maxwell was shouting for Black Alpha, the middle-aged clone now using the name "Heero Yuy"--his presidential aide.
It had been a good day for the Preventers when Lady Une brought Black Alpha to Mars as part of her peace strategy. It had not been a good day for Father Maxwell.
But "Heero" doesn't respond. President Maxwell groans and pushes his hand back through his hair. It's been cut short for years now, by Hilde's demand, but sometimes he still misses the weight of the braid.
Things were easier, once upon a time. Back before he'd had all this responsibility and crap, when all he had to do was bum around.
He leans forward and slams his hands on his desk--or tries to. His hands pass straight through, sending him tumbling to the floor.
When he looks up again, he has no idea where he is.
B1.
Aw hell yes, this is the life!
Duo flops onto a deck chair by the pool, grinning from ear to ear. It turns out that being a rock star is just as good as it looks on TV. Maybe his big break was worth waiting for after all! He may be a little older than some of these other singers, but that just means he's had more time to practice, right?
A passing waitress hands him something slushy and umbrella-topped, and Duo is only too grateful to slurp away at it. Seeing someone stare at him, he lifts one hand in greeting.
President James Clerk Maxwell (Duo) | Gundam Wing: Frozen Teardrop
A1.
God, he's tired.
President James Clerk Maxwell (what a fucking pretentious name, why had he ever tolerated Hilde saddling him with it) reaches for the pen he'd dropped on his desk. A long, dramatic sigh slips from his lips. He's been clean for almost seven years now--no smokes, no booze.
And is he ever regretting it.
He'd just get through this pile of paperwork and then he'd go home, he promises himself. It was getting pretty late; with any luck, Hilde would already have turned in before he got back and he could avoid a continuation of this morning's quarrel.
His office wavers around him, the colors of curtains and carpet and potted plant suddenly too vivid.
"Gonna work myself to death at this rate," he mutters, throwing down his pen again and rubbing at his eyes. He stands up and cups his hands around his mouth, the room seeming to swim around him. "Heero! Hey, HEERO! Get in here and tell me what I'm signing!"
He doesn't, of course, mean the Heero he'd known; that Heero, still looking not a day over seventeen and grumpy as ever, had run off with Relena just as soon as all the fuss was over. President Maxwell was shouting for Black Alpha, the middle-aged clone now using the name "Heero Yuy"--his presidential aide.
It had been a good day for the Preventers when Lady Une brought Black Alpha to Mars as part of her peace strategy. It had not been a good day for Father Maxwell.
But "Heero" doesn't respond. President Maxwell groans and pushes his hand back through his hair. It's been cut short for years now, by Hilde's demand, but sometimes he still misses the weight of the braid.
Things were easier, once upon a time. Back before he'd had all this responsibility and crap, when all he had to do was bum around.
He leans forward and slams his hands on his desk--or tries to. His hands pass straight through, sending him tumbling to the floor.
When he looks up again, he has no idea where he is.
B1.
Aw hell yes, this is the life!
Duo flops onto a deck chair by the pool, grinning from ear to ear. It turns out that being a rock star is just as good as it looks on TV. Maybe his big break was worth waiting for after all! He may be a little older than some of these other singers, but that just means he's had more time to practice, right?
A passing waitress hands him something slushy and umbrella-topped, and Duo is only too grateful to slurp away at it. Seeing someone stare at him, he lifts one hand in greeting.
"Hey there! You a fan?"