"It's been a while./I haven't missed much, have I?/Tell me y0u missed me." He jested within the last phrase of his haiku, a small ":)" lighting up on his visor. He decided to at least pay the interesting one of the usual group a visit. Axton was always busy with his "girlfriend" to never notice how long he was gone, and Salvador would always celebrate his usual returns with LOTS of alcohol. That was a trip he preferred not do, so talking with the siren would suffice.
There’s a light in her eyes at the sound of the familiar voice, flicking up from her reading to the warm red glow. Though part of her would like to hold his absence against him a begrudging smirk pulls at the corner of blue lips.
“Is it possible to miss a ghost?” A smile spreads cryptically as she sets her book aside in favor of the unexpected company.
