[ He's already so damn cold it's unreal. Even through his jacket and jeans it's torturously cold, and there's only so much warmth to be derived through huddling with other, equally cold, people. The braided pilot instead tries to do what Wufei taught him when they'd been stuck in a room and faced with slowly suffocating thanks to a closed air lock -
Closing his eyes and focusing on anything other than his physical discomforts and issues. Which works, at least marginally, until he's hauled up by his restraints and led away with another, equally small, young man he doesn't even know. The torture routine Duo has been through before - some sort of tactic to make a person feel less human, something to embarrass or throw a mind off kilter. Check and check as he's stripped, skin immediately reacting with goosebumps and shivers. Duo, after all, has exactly zero body fat to insulate even in the slightest.
Their beginning question makes a great deal more sense for Duo - a boy who's frequently between one side and another. He swallows, trying to steady himself, which of course doesn't really work. ]
I'm tra-aveling for work. M-Mercenary work - [ Which he supposes is specific enough because he isn't immediately doused, and instead asked how he was given permissions to travel to do this work. ]
W-We just go and do-o it.. No perm-missions a-asked - [ Annnddd he's doused, a wheeze of a breath escaping at the shock, but he doesn't scream or react too violently otherwise. That seems to annoy their captor, or maybe it's the implication that he's held back by something that doesn't even really exist. Now there's a torch being brandish at them, and Duo looks up through wet and rapidly freezing bangs, pressing through how much his skin stings and the looming threat that he hasn't been told but is clear enough. ]
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[ He's already so damn cold it's unreal. Even through his jacket and jeans it's torturously cold, and there's only so much warmth to be derived through huddling with other, equally cold, people. The braided pilot instead tries to do what Wufei taught him when they'd been stuck in a room and faced with slowly suffocating thanks to a closed air lock -
Closing his eyes and focusing on anything other than his physical discomforts and issues. Which works, at least marginally, until he's hauled up by his restraints and led away with another, equally small, young man he doesn't even know. The torture routine Duo has been through before - some sort of tactic to make a person feel less human, something to embarrass or throw a mind off kilter. Check and check as he's stripped, skin immediately reacting with goosebumps and shivers. Duo, after all, has exactly zero body fat to insulate even in the slightest.
Their beginning question makes a great deal more sense for Duo - a boy who's frequently between one side and another. He swallows, trying to steady himself, which of course doesn't really work. ]
I'm tra-aveling for work. M-Mercenary work - [ Which he supposes is specific enough because he isn't immediately doused, and instead asked how he was given permissions to travel to do this work. ]
W-We just go and do-o it.. No perm-missions a-asked - [ Annnddd he's doused, a wheeze of a breath escaping at the shock, but he doesn't scream or react too violently otherwise. That seems to annoy their captor, or maybe it's the implication that he's held back by something that doesn't even really exist. Now there's a torch being brandish at them, and Duo looks up through wet and rapidly freezing bangs, pressing through how much his skin stings and the looming threat that he hasn't been told but is clear enough. ]
It's the tr-ruth!