[ Unfortunately for him, Hotspur has never read any Shakespeare. Hell, he wouldn't even recognise the name Henry Percy. The callsign had been chosen for him as a rookie by his fellow pilots - an initiation whereby actual reasoning behind the choices other than 'what sounds cool' was far and few between.
And right now Hotspur can't quite decide whether to be worried about Heather or in awe of her. There are so many different little things in what she's just said that any other person in his position might object to or reason against, by Hotspur doesn't want to do any of that. He merely nods, passively. ]
Thank you, Heather. [ a pause. ] If you ever do find yourself in that kind of situation, though, you can call on me. [ Because he's pretty sure ass-handings shouldn't happen, no matter who's involved. ]
thank you! <3
And right now Hotspur can't quite decide whether to be worried about Heather or in awe of her. There are so many different little things in what she's just said that any other person in his position might object to or reason against, by Hotspur doesn't want to do any of that. He merely nods, passively. ]
Thank you, Heather. [ a pause. ] If you ever do find yourself in that kind of situation, though, you can call on me. [ Because he's pretty sure ass-handings shouldn't happen, no matter who's involved. ]