Harpuia stayed silent as the three of them headed out, dividing his attention between the two in front of him and the hallway behind them. It didn't seem likely to get caught off-guard in a high-traffic area like this, but he didn't intend to be taken by surprise two nights in a row.
Besides, there was certainly no shortage of things to think about -- not just the big picture of the Institute or the sickness going around, but smaller things. That eye-searingly pink coat of Zero's, for instance: he'd never seen Zero wear anything like it, so why was he in it now? Harpuia was by no means a dull-witted guy. As distracting as the pink was, he'd noticed the emblem the sleeves bore: the Resistance logo.
A pink women's jacket belonging to a Resistance member -- a human one, since a reploid would have no need for protection from the cold. He opened his mouth, as if suddenly struck with the urge to speak up, but reconsidered. There was no need to rub salt in what must surely have been a wound.
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Harpuia stayed silent as the three of them headed out, dividing his attention between the two in front of him and the hallway behind them. It didn't seem likely to get caught off-guard in a high-traffic area like this, but he didn't intend to be taken by surprise two nights in a row.
Besides, there was certainly no shortage of things to think about -- not just the big picture of the Institute or the sickness going around, but smaller things. That eye-searingly pink coat of Zero's, for instance: he'd never seen Zero wear anything like it, so why was he in it now? Harpuia was by no means a dull-witted guy. As distracting as the pink was, he'd noticed the emblem the sleeves bore: the Resistance logo.
A pink women's jacket belonging to a Resistance member -- a human one, since a reploid would have no need for protection from the cold. He opened his mouth, as if suddenly struck with the urge to speak up, but reconsidered. There was no need to rub salt in what must surely have been a wound.