- ── RHYS THE COMPANY MAN
❝you're ─ you're really cool.❞
- Rhys lays down with them, looking over with an interested glint in his eyes. He scoots closer and touches his nose to Zer0’s helmet momentarily, like a nose-rub sort of kiss. A simple act of affection. ❝I’m not sure anything you do low priority, Zer0.❞ He jokes, and glances upwards when strands of hair falls over his eyes. They curl immediately once freed from the gel-hell they were trapped in, and his lip curls.












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