in organisations, it was impossible to have too much of free will when you had to take orders and carry them out. he owed the rebels his life (though, technically, their presence was the very factor that endangered it more than it already was), but that didn’t mean he didn’t hate being bossed around the same way, with less reward and more propaganda to back up the orders. still, this was the most freedom he’d gotten since his awful employment, and he planned to make every free second count by doing what he enjoyed, within the boundaries they were given. while ‘enjoyment’ certainly did not include running errands for his fellow lunae, kirin was more than happy to get on the nerves of at least one every day, and the little trip today made it entirely possible to have an excuse to do so.
he could’ve just spit in the bottle of orange juice, or poured rocket fluid into it, or poked the sides of the neck, just below the cap, so that it would spill when drank from, but kirin did none of these things. instead, he walked now with ( slightly-annoyed ) purpose towards the general direction where he hoped to find taeha, and held in his hand the requested beverage, wanting to use it as a bargaining chip in the absence of actual credits, no longer on his person because he chose to use what little he had to buy this stupid juice.
