Smoke flows out of Richard's nostrils as he retrohales his cigarette, the menthol leaving behind a cooling sensation in his sinuses. He holds his dominant hand up against the Deltan noontime sun and watches the skies. It's surprisingly temperate; not nearly as hot as the Mercanan desert or humid as the Malantan tropics.
Returning his gaze to earth, Richard lets his arm fall back to his side as he leans against the outer hangar wall, eventually sliding down and resting the seat of his flightsuit on the tarmac. With the recent AR match weighing on his mind, he takes the cigarette out of his mouth and sighs, retracing the events and attempting to think of any alternative actions that may have changed the outcome of the fight.
You hear somebody approach, and if you looked, you would see Xiaomei calmly walking towards you. A grey coat is draped over her shoulders, and she ends up leaning against the wall to your right. From the coat, she produces a packet of cigarettes, placing a stick in her mouth before replacing the packet with a lighter. As she ignites the flame, her eyes swivel to look at you, her face kept forward-facing.
: ...So what brand?
A smile spreads across Gus's face. "Hey - good fight. Raiden is a formidable unit. Good shot, too. You really had me in a tough spot." His smile widens. "I don't think I've ever seen a mutual KO before."
Musashi returns the smile, giving you a slight bow.
: Ah, Tempest... was it? So you're the one who managed to get me with that RGM?
She gives a light chuckle, followed by a shrug.
: Not my finest moment to be honest.
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