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*in the style of You are my sunshine* You are my Papa, my only Papa. You make me happy when skies are grey. You'll never know, dear, how much I love you. And if anyone hurts you, they’ll pay...- Pip ((don’t ask!!))
“Pip are you doing okay? I heard about what happened with the dark lord.”
His voice wasn’t cheerful more concerned if anything. He was frustrated as well, but not mad at her.
Ω carter & jorge
"Noble Five," Carter greeted with a nod, turning his gaze back to his helmet, which he was polishing. Aesthetics were never actually a priority of his, but the lack of work left him with a rather gaping vacancy in his schedule. Might as well make himself busy somehow, he figured.
He eyed the deck of cards on his desk, a gift from Kat a while back. Gaze flicking back to the SPARTAN-II, his brow arched, wondering whether or not he should accept a game if he was offered one. He hadn't played in years, and the closest contact he'd had with the activity was watching Emile and Jorge go at it.
His resident heavy weapons specialist was notoriously good at the game, and Carter knew the odds were not in his favor should he even touch the cards. Still, had to be better than scrubbing away furiously at the blue armor he wore every day.
A soft snort escaping him, he returned to his task, resolved not to indulge in card playing unless a game was proposed.
