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"I have to admit, some people can pull that off unbelievably well." He lifts his head and looks to the blonde youth whom is sitting on the desk adjacent to his bed. At one moment, he’s considering what the younger would look like painted up and decorated to perfection.The next moment, he’s regretting giving any thought to the subject at all because damn… he would look perfect.

The marshal accidentally lets a bit of his amazement slip from his lips without realizing it and drags his tongue slowly across his teeth, letting the tip of it just barely graze his own bottom lip. “Damn…”

Suddenly the room is very hot, and HaMin realizes that, even though his shirt is already half open, it is not going to be enough to keep him from burning up. He quickly adjusts himself so that he can easily unbutton his shirt the rest of the way and completes his task just as fast. The elder male realizes that his response to Junhong’s is completely accurate. “I don’t believe that I’d mind that either.”

He’s a little bit more than nervous now and his palms are just as wet as the rest of his skin, which has started to glisten in the red light of the sunset. HaMin lifts his arm and lays it over his eyes and takes in a shaking breath, because there is no acceptable reason that a PPDC Marshal should be thinking in this way about one of his rangers, and especially not his co-pilot.

The elder male quickly calms himself, since he is more than aware of how bad things could get were he to drive himself into another extreme fit of panic. He brings his hand down to rest on his chest after he steadies his breathing, then lets out a chuckle. He sweeps his hair back slightly and moves himself back and leans against the cool wall, which helps to calm the heat overtaking his body. “I remember making cards and crafts in class when Seungjun and I were little. Every time we would use the glitter, we would end up covered in more of it than the actual crafts.”

HaMin smiled at the fond memory and shook his head. “It was fun though.”

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Junhong's resolve instantly crumbles when he hears HaMin swear. His eyes flicker over to his superior and he wishes they hadn't. He's undoing the rest of his shirt and wow look at his body. He looks a little flustered, and Junhong is torn.

He pulls his legs up to his chest because he can feel himself slipping - there's a heat pooling in his lower stomach that he's very familiar with, though usually it doesn't happen when he's not alone, staring at his computer screen.

He wishes he'd been able to find the glitter.

He bites his lip, doing his best to keep his breathing regular while listening attentively to what the marshal has to say. He doesn't focus on how nice the elder's hair looks like that, how he really shouldn't be sweating like that in the middle of winter, or how unfair it is for him to be in that state of undress when Junhong is still fully clothed in a tank top and jeans which are becoming increasingly uncomfortable as time passes. He also feels increasingly bad about reacting like this as HaMin talks about who he can only assume is the deceased brother on his profile.

"We never did that stuff in my classes when I was younger," he admits," They usually stressed core subjects and didn't really focus on art or anything. It would have been a lot more interesting if we'd gotten to do something like that."

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"Yes, you heard that right. This particular Jaegar has three pilots." Seeing the nervousness making itself evident in Zitao’s visage, the Marshal decided that it would be best to let him know what the circumstances for the third pilot were. "Don’t worry. You won’t have to fight him. He’s already been proven to be drift compatible with Junhong, therefore, he is compatible with you."

HaMin plucked two folders from the top of the stack of four and held them out to Zitao. He then held the other two out to Junhong. “These folders contain information on both of you. Zitao, you have Junhong’s folder, and Junhong, you have Zitao’s. You both have a copy of the information on your third copilot, though… That information is limited, somewhat.” The elder was well aware that Junhong already knew the identity of the third pilot, but it pleased him to see that he played along anyway. A copy of the Marshal’s own folder was the second folder in both of their hands.

HaMin had been very selective in which information he wanted to place in the folder that he would share with his co-pilots. The rest of the information would have to be revealed after he knew them both better. He only left in the basics. Everything that he would tell to someone he didn’t know very well yet. “In those folders you will find the identity of your third co-pilot, as promised. You will also find information relating to his or her past and life up until this point. This will allow you to be better prepared for the first drift and will decrease the likelihood of getting caught in a past memory, which is more dangerous than it may seem.” His words came out in a calm manner, but his countenance and eyes revealed that he had seen terrible things happen before in a similar situation.

"I want you to know these folders forward and back. Do I make myself clear?" He looked to both of them once again and waited once again for an acknowledgement.

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Oh, so he was really the only one who didn’t know anything. Long time ago, he would have gotten mad and thrown a fit. Beat up some kids, then get kicked out of school. But he’s an adult now. He’s mature. So instead he folds his arms and pouts slightly. “Are you sure that the other pilot and I will be compatible? I am just wondering.” He unfolds his arms and finds them tempted and controlled by something out of his range of understanding. One hand finds itself on the boy next to him’s hip. It was just the place it seemed to go. Putting it to his side seemed too stiff. He looked at the folders presented to him and gulped. He would learn more about the both of them through these. He licked his lips, finding them suddenly very dry and chapped. A tilt of his head upon hearing the third pilot’s data was limited. He wanted to know more though. He couldn’t understand why that would be that he wouldn’t get to know everything now. They would be combining their minds so why not? Regardless of the internal conflict, Zitao took the folders with both hands, bowing to him once he received them, then standing up straight again to look at the yellowish color of the folders, tempted to just take a peek inside now, to know who it is. But he resisted that temptation and listened intently to his superior officer. “The first drift.” Zitao mouthed, then gulped. He hadn’t actually drifted before, but the look on the Marshall’s face made it seem that maybe it was just as scary as people had said it was. He held to the folders tighter, paper crinkling under the pressure of his fingers. Zitao clinked his heels and bowed, a formal ninety degrees, calling out a ‘yes sir’ and standing once again, holding the papers to his chest looking more like a child then a Jaeger pilot. His eyes were wide and the smile just barely tickled his lips and his thumbs rubbed over the paper in his hands. "Are we dismissed sir?" He asked, licking his lips again.

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Junhong takes both folders in one hand, mentally reminding himself to read them later. To be honest, he prefers talking to reading, when it comes to things like this. He can openly discuss which rabbits to avoid following when they're drifting, instead of just assuming things based on profiles.

But he nods curtly at their marshal and uses the folders in his hand to salute before it falls back to his side, while his other hand remains attached to Zitao via a finger through a belt loop, as if he's afraid the other will scurry away without him. And, though it's just a little, he is.

"Yes, Sir," he's not as loud as his co-pilot, and his bow is very slight, just enough to show a small semblance of respect, but he's not exactly concerned with being formal, "Understood."

He lets his copilot finish before he springs a question of his own. It's now or never, since HaMin seems intent on getting back to whatever he had been doing before the sparring matches.

"And when are we moving our stuff? We're supposed to bunk together, right?"

He's not sure how it'll work, three rangers in a room. He's only ever had one roommate, and the housing in the Shatterdome isn't very spacious. Perhaps, since they're a special case, their room will be bigger. But he isn't banking on it. Why would their superiors be so considerate? Then again, since their third member is a little more important than they are... He doesn't want to get his hopes up, but he does imagine actually having room to move around. It excites him. Maybe he'll be able to let Sunja out of her tank.

Vaguely, he wonders if maybe he should mention that he has a pet. He's not entirely sure it's on his profile, since he didn't go through his superiors to get her. Nah - they'll find out eventually.

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"I suppose you’re right. Glitter isn’t exactly Jaegar constructing material. I’m glad you couldn’t find it, to be honest. I’d be scraping the sparkles off of me for months to come." HaMin starts to slip each of the golden buttons on his jacket back through the slit that holds them in place and keeps the jacket closed. "No one likes 5 month old glitter on their hands, at least, I don’t believe they do."

HaMin quickly pulls off his jacket arm by arm and hangs it up before beginning to unbutton his shirt. He didn’t finish unbuttoning his shirt, however, before he sat down on the bed behind him. Half of his shirt hung open off of his chest, while the other half remained tight against his abdomen. “It did take me quite a while I must admit.”

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Junhong tries not to stare. Really, he does, but he can't seem to help himself. So he quickly averts his eyes, locks them on the metal post of his bed, and doesn't dare look back at the marshal.

"I don't think I'd mind helping you get it off," he says, and he knows that the line he's walking right now is a very, very thin one, comprised of two letters. He wants to laugh. He doesn't stop it when the quiet laugh actually comes out.

"I know a couple of people that enjoy looking like faeries, covered in glitter forever. They're a little more...flamboyant, though."

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"Is this really such a momentous occasion that we need confetti and whistles in our quarters?" A light chuckle escapes his lips as he sweeps the confetti off of his coat jacket. "I hope you don’t have glitter, because that is the most difficult thing to remove from clothing to ever exist."

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"Absolutely," Junhong affirms, half-smiling as he picks away a few pieces that had stuck to his hands. He'll have to get it all off of the floor later, but for now he doesn't worry about it.

"I was going to use that, actually. You don't have any idea how hard it is to find it around here, though."

He pouts, just a little, and sits himself down on one of the desks against the wall by the door, despite the fact that there are three perfectly good beds to sit on only a few feet away. He's thankful that the Busan branch is one of the better-furnished ones.

"I think it's a special occasion, considering how long it took you."

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After the elder heard the clatter of two staffs hitting the floor, he zoned back in to the sparring match taking place ahead of him. Once they had both tied up at three, he had zoned out for a moment, thinking of work to be done, trying to remember memories now lost. Though his attention was pulled back to the other two very quickly.

"It appears to me that you are right. However, is your partner alright with that or would he like to go another round to be sure?" HaMin looked forward to the younger male turning to leave and quirked a very subtle smile.

The elder male slowly stepped down the three stairs that lead into the corridor behind him, which lead up into the Marshal’s quarters. He looked around at the crowd that had appeared to watch the candidate trials, unfortunately for them, the matches were over, and they needed to get back to training or whatever they may have been doing before these particular trials. “All right, you are all dismissed. Please carry on with the duties you were carrying out before the candidate trials.”

As the rather large crowd filtered out, mumbling about the outcome of the match, HaMin smoothed his suit and stood up straight as he addressed the two younger males left in the room.

"As you both know, these candidate trials were held to find two drift compatible candidates that would also be drift compatible with the third pilot of Nox Zero. If you are not sure what Nox Zero is, it is of course a Jaegar. However, this Jaegar is not just any Jaegar. Nox Zero is the most advanced MK III on the market at the current time. Due to some of her features, she requires not two pilots, but instead three." HaMin paused and looked them both over before clearing his throat. "Now, you will learn the identity of your third pilot when you are assigned to a three person room with your other copilot, unless you wish to learn his or her identity right now. I will leave that choice to you."

The Marshal turned around and picked up four folders, two for each pilot on their other two copilots. “I can give these to you now or later. So which will it be?” He looked up from the crisp folders and then into both sets of eyes, waiting for a response.

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"No, I am sure as well. We’re drift compatible." Zitao says, smiling. He was hoping the other would call out on him. He faced the Marshall, trying to hold back the smile that he wanted to make. He stood relaxed under the boy’s grip. Drift compatible. It kept ringing in his ears. He never really thought about a drift compatible partner before. He folded his hands in front of him, glancing over at the other’s smile before breaking into his own. He couldn’t help it. He looked over his shoulder as he watched the other personal slip out of the room and back off to their duties. He almost turned to go when the Marshall addressed his again. Zitao stood at attention, hands folding in front of his as he squared his knees. "Third-" He sputtered blinking. He didn’t know that. He didn’t even know they needed a third pilot. He stood, stunned in silence for a few minutes. "The third pilot." He was too stunned by the fact that he may have to see if he the third pilot was compatible as well. He blinked a few times, his mouth hanging open. He could learn who the third was now, see what their fighting style was. Everything he needed to know… But he found that, he almost didn’t want to. But curiosity was driving him as well. He looked to the boy, his co pilot he noted with enthusiasm, for guidance. "What do you say, co-pilot?" He laughed breathily.

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Junhong isn't usually one for skinship. He isn't the one to instigate it, more like, because he usually finds himself folding under the touch of someone else. Hugs, pats, just touching in general, he's usually a little averse to. But he lets people do these things because that's what normal people do.

Right now, though, he finds himself hanging on to Zitao without thinking. And instinct tells him to move forward and cling to HaMin, too, but he doesn't. HaMin is the marshal and Junhong is not technically ranked high enough to be that friendly, no matter what the circumstance.

His smile doesn't fade, doesn't dim. If anything, the utterance of "co-pilot" from the man beside him brightens it.

He wants to laugh again, out loud. He already knows who their third teammate is. He'd had to fight him to get onto the Nox Zero team, after all. But he doesn't want to spoil the surprise; Zitao is the only one out of the loop and he'll tell him later that he'd already known, but for now he's going to humor the assumption that they're both in the dark.

So he nods, and looks to their superior.

"Go ahead."

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"Just because I’m last does not mean I’m undeserving." Zitao smirks as he moves back slightly. He sees the other press forward and he tries to back away, get more distance, but soon realizes he’ll be up against the wall if he does. Not a good place to be, so he holds his ground, holding his staff up to protect him. He sees him go left, but he feels something. So he waits. Just as he felt, the other swerves back for an uppercut. Zitao attempts to block it, but his block was wrong. He grits his teeth as he feels the shock of the staff hitting, then flinging. The staffs went flying, Zitao falling back onto his ass with a grunt. A few more moments somersaults backwards and stands, hands up to defend himself, breathing heavy with dilated eyes. He lost his weapon, but so did the blonde. He blinks and drops his hands, shaking his head as he smiled. “Four to four. Draw I guess.” He walked to the other and bowed. “Good fight. You’re strong. I admire that.” He stood back up and held his hand out to shake. “I’ll retire now so you can fight the others.”

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Junhong waits a second, eyes wide, after his staff is wrenched from his hands. He'd known it was a risky maneuver and he'd known it could possibly end up like this but he hadn't actually believed it would.

His automatic response is to start laughing. It bubbles up from the back of his throat and soon he's wrapping an arm around his stomach and using his free hand to reach out and grip Zitao's shoulder, both to support himself and to stop the elder from leaving.

It takes him a bit to calm himself enough to actually speak, but finally, he manages.

"I don't need to fight the others. You're the one," he states, matter-of-factly, "Congratulations."

His smiles so wide it hurts a little, but he can't seem to stop. Finally, he's found his other drift partner. It feels like a missing puzzle piece has been clicked back into place.

He lets go just long enough to turn and face the marshal.

"Hyung, he's it - I'm a thousand percent sure."

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