#ic. twelfth.

[crazypaving]

@triple1st liked!

brows furrowed, as they so often are on this face, at the sight of his erstwhile companion, mentee and friend. a plethora of emotions are felt at once, he should probably focus on the positive ones. his friend is alive, not stuck in a time-loop or a pocket dimension like the rest of their people but he finds that hard to express, doesn't he?

" i would've expected a word, just a word, that you were still alive. i think i'm owed that. "

[crazypaving]

@unitlead

his face is briefly buried in his hands, a sigh of exasperation loudly follows. " no, no, no. i help you out when you're all running around scared because, surprise, your guns don't work against whatever is threatening your world this week but i don't do paperwork. you can get one of your grunts to do it, preferably one that knows the difference between a pen and a gun. "

[crazypaving]

@carbondated !

it could be considered close to a tantrum how he's avoiding eye-contact with her, eyes planted firmly on the manacles that now restrict his movement. " wonderful, isn't it? twenty-four years on darillium and now we have to spend at least fifteen of them like this? " he's talking to her now, at least, that's an improvement. " i know, just a quick look in, they won't even know we've taken anything! " he seems to be trying to mimic her voice but his anger just makes the scottish accent even stronger. heavy scoff follows, so loud it almost echoes in the dimly lit cell. " i'm about to pop a blood vessell, that'd be a way to regenerate... "

[crazypaving]

@techiko

" you, why do i know you? " question is blunt, feels kind of frustrated. intimidating brows furrow. then realisation hits, his brow relaxes, his frown smooths into a more neutral look. " you examined the pig. "