Hoban 'Wash' Washburne (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
workworkwork) wrote2012-03-31 09:46 pm
workworkwork) wrote2012-03-31 09:46 pm
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For Sherlock
29th March
It still felt wholly strange to Wash to be moving, but not be involved in the actual moving of the station. It felt... wrong.
He was on his way to one of the other observation decks, carrying on with making his star charts when he saw a familiar face waiting by the elevator. Well, familiar in that 'I've seen you around' kind of way. He knew nothing about the man, other than he seemed to have a stick up his pi gu*, the kind of man Wash stayed away from naturally. Simon had been hard enough to get to know, no matter how hard he tried. Men like the two of them didn't naturally mix, and he'd had had enough problems with Lady Grantham.
Juggling the piece of paper he was using, he stepped into the elevator, nodding at the other man in greeting, but keeping it to that. He was lost in thought (well, memory of that morning where Zoe had been in an affectionate mood, Very affectionate mood.) when the elevator suddenly juddered to a halt.
"Oh, **wo de ma he ta de fen kuang de wai sheng dou you are kidding me," Wash said, slipping into both Chinese and English, as he pressed one of the buttons repeatedly to try and get it to move again.
*(yeah, you can guess) **(Mother of God and all her crazy nephews)
It still felt wholly strange to Wash to be moving, but not be involved in the actual moving of the station. It felt... wrong.
He was on his way to one of the other observation decks, carrying on with making his star charts when he saw a familiar face waiting by the elevator. Well, familiar in that 'I've seen you around' kind of way. He knew nothing about the man, other than he seemed to have a stick up his pi gu*, the kind of man Wash stayed away from naturally. Simon had been hard enough to get to know, no matter how hard he tried. Men like the two of them didn't naturally mix, and he'd had had enough problems with Lady Grantham.
Juggling the piece of paper he was using, he stepped into the elevator, nodding at the other man in greeting, but keeping it to that. He was lost in thought (well, memory of that morning where Zoe had been in an affectionate mood, Very affectionate mood.) when the elevator suddenly juddered to a halt.
"Oh, **wo de ma he ta de fen kuang de wai sheng dou you are kidding me," Wash said, slipping into both Chinese and English, as he pressed one of the buttons repeatedly to try and get it to move again.
*(yeah, you can guess) **(Mother of God and all her crazy nephews)
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"You speak Mandarin?" He was at least fairly certain it wasn't Cantonese, though it had strange influences he couldn't place.
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