He was waiting when Aerrow showed up again.
"Are you ready to talk?" Those words were almost like a ritual now.
Silence greeted him. Like every time before.
Aerrow sighed and turned to leave again. There was no point to waste time in here when the man was feeling surly.
As he made to go, the Dark Ace stopped him in his tracks with a single question.
With a voice filled with disgust that had to have been bottled up for some time, he asked, "Who the bloody hell painted this room purple?"
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Author's Note: Total word count: 93
Remember the room the Storm Hawks did up for Starling at the end of Storm Hawks Seven? -wink, wink, nudge, nudge-