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Who: Allen and Lenalee, everybody vaguely or totally useless in landing this thing
When: Day 117, afternoon
Where: open windowed floor
What:

[When complicated fuel plans, trajectory calculations, and wind interference are involved, some people know that it becomes their job to stay out of the way until simpler skills are involved. Allen Walker is one of those people.

Excitedly staring out the window only served to rev him up, and the general buzz and feel for landing has only gotten him over-restless to land. So to kill time, he's working out.

it's a good thing he was already capable of one-handed upside-down standing push-ups, because he's only got the one, son]

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Why do you even think I'm telling you what I know about it?... You want it out and I get it, so I'm trying to at least tell you it's probably not an emergency! I'm not saying that to say it's pointless, so why am I saying it, huh?

[reaching up to pull at some Allen-hair locks]

I wouldn't be asking for clarification if you were more clear.

In any case, it's not an emergency, but acting first is definitely a priority for me.

[excuse you. maybe i am also irritated.]

. . .

[yes, but your irritated face is about as good as your other faces :'D

yank, yank. tug.]

[narrows his eyes, holding his ground.]

What?

Nothing, really.

Just taking in that annoyed face of yours.

[releasing the hair and putting his hands into his pockets, smiling.]

You're annoyed, but I can't help that I know what buttons to push.