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@myyshonok​ || sc 

     “There’s a voice in my pillow, it’s got it out for me”

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The elite navigator shifted to the side to let Deimos scoot a little closer and smiled gently at him. So far their encounters were rather rushed, dissolved by others coming around or Deimos walking away just to be watching things from other places, so it was good to see he accept the invitation.

"We can watch something else if you want. I don't mind." Sure, it was Isolde's own preference to watch those kind of documentaries, but he didn't mind seeing something else. "Also, you don't need to hide when around me, okay? You have my open permission to come around whenever you want."

The small set of tablet attached to a portable keyboard was placed between them and the nagivator opened a screen with some other videos that were avaiable so Deimos could choose another if he wanted. "Feel free to choose another if you want."

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Galahad tilted his head, staring at the younger Fighter with narrowed eyes. He didn’t recognise that face, maybe he was one of those that never showed up for the combat training. Considering the other’s size, he could almost guess why. His eyes went to the other fighter that was already going away and his attention turned back to Deimos.

“I hope, for your own good, that you weren’t spying on our conversation.” Galahad said. “I don’t remember seeing you before, what’s your taskname?”

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As soon as Abel saw Deimos in the empty hallway, he knew something was wrong. The small man seemed to have shrunken even smaller and the tears hadn’t gone unnoticed in Deimos’s one, visible eye. He reached out in an attempt to see what was wrong and comfort the crying fighter but his attempts were immediately deterred, only furthering Abel’s concern. “Deimos..” Brows knitted tight with worry and he followed after the fighter, keeping pace with him without touching him. “Hey...Deimos, please, I only want to help. Tell me what’s wrong...” 

Thankfully, the navigator didn’t have anywhere to be at the moment and he was not about to ignore Deimos, who was clearly upset about something. It was in his nature, he could not help showing concern for someone so clearly in distress and he wanted to help; even if it wasn’t Deimos, Abel would feel bad for leaving anyone in that sad of a state without at least trying to help them. Maybe Deimos was being stubborn, but Abel was just as stubborn and determined to help...especially since the blond had never seen the little fighter cry before. He didn’t know Deimos well, but he didn’t seem like the incredibly sensitive type.

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It was true. The impossibly tall man always seemed tense, despite his best efforts to maintain a calm and composed exterior. To the rest of the world, sure, he would appear to be these things, but Deimos knew better. He observed, he studied.

Perhaps there was something that could help him unwind? Something that weren’t as damaging as alcohol.

Deimos held out his hand.

Ꜹ >>  Asaau regarded the outstretched hand for a moment. His slight socialite’s smile remained perfectly in place, as ever, but his ink/violet gaze held a faint spark of interest.

                “ Show me what you would, then, ” he said, after a short pause. The smile turned into something a little more genuine; it now touched his eyes, if only slightly. Those eyes swept over Deimos in a way that felt as intimate as a caress.

                Asaau gently placed his hand in Deimos’, lacing his gloved fingers through Deimos’ bare ones.

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