𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦: 𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗬— ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇᴅ✦

[ghostie,]

ＬＹＳＡＮＤＲＡ ＳＴＥＰＨＥＮＳ
( name. lys stephens ) ( age. twenty-two ) ( role. the architect ) ( location. the kitchen ) ( tags. felix )

Lysandra was not a morning person, but today she somehow woke up before the sun was fully out. Unable to fall back asleep, she rolled out of her bed and got dressed. Black ripped jeans paired with an old grungy cropped t-shirt and her leather jacket was her outfit of the day. She slid into a pair of white tennis shoes and checked her reflection in the mirror. She finger-combed her hair into an acceptable state and made her way downstairs to find something to eat.

The rest of the house hadn't woken up yet, and it was quiet. In the kitchen, she found a hot pot of coffee already made. She nodded, realizing Felix was most likely already awake. On the roof like usual, most likely. She poured herself a cup of the coffee and popped two slices of bread into the toaster. She sipped the coffee as she waited, and turned when she heard someone coming in the front door. She set her mug down on the counter, readying herself in case it was an enemy. She relaxed when the figure emerged from the hallway and she realized it was just Felix. Lys put a hand to her chest and slumped back against the counter. "Damnit, Felix, you scared me." she chided, feeling herself calming down. She turned around as her toast popped and quickly slathered on some butter. "What's the plan for the day?" she asked around a mouthful of bread.

[Espeon101010]

𝑃𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑜 | | 𝑁𝑖𝑛𝑎 𝑊𝑖𝑛𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟
|age: Nineteen | gender: Female |role: Pluto |ability: Weapon Craft |
| location: Penthouse | mood: Agitated | tagged: Aeron|

The day had barely begun and Nina heard some of the others going about their morning routines. She preferred to sleep until after the others had gotten up, but she heard someone come in the front door. It must have been Celine, she had been sent on a solo mission earlier and Nina had been eager for her friend to return. Getting out of bed and quickly running a brush through her hair which was almost dry from her shower the night before, Nina pulled on a clean pair of jeans and shirt before she zipped up her dark grey hoodie. She felt her stomach rumble and Nina could feel the hunger, it made her more irritable. As she reached for the doorknob she paused, Celine was talking to somebody, but who? If it was Aeron, or A'Mari, Nina would rather go the whole day without food, but if Merida was there, things would be different. The young girl hovered by her door for a moment, listening for a little while. She couldn't tell who the other party was, and with another rumble from her stomach, Nina decided to take the risk.

Just as she opened the door, however, a third voice chimed in, Aeron. Nina hadn't heard Neptune outside her door. It was too late now, they would hear her close the door. The only thing in Nina's favour was that Aeron hadn't seen or sensed her, it appeared the gravity specialist was zeroed in on the two people in the other room. As the others distracted when Aeron entered the room, Nina slipped into the kitchen and went about getting her own food as silently as she could. Of course, Aeron offered to make them something to drink. Nina could see her team mate near the entry way to the kitchen and knew she wouldn't be able to get by unnoticed, no matter how stealthily she moved. Opting for her only other choice, Nina backed away from the entrance and made sure to look immersed in waiting for her toast to finish toasting. That way, she could at least try and ignore Aeron.

[oddvocado]

.☿ 𝔸 '𝕄 𝔸 ℝ 𝕀...𝕄 𝔼 ℕ 𝕂 𝕀 ℕ ☿
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The scent of sweat laid heavy on the air in A’Mari’s room, the sound of his heaving breath the only thing to break the silence. He sat on the floor, back against the wall, wings slumped, his legs still tangled in bedsheets dragged to the floor. The sharp pain in his back was as familiar as his hands clenching at the cold floor reaching for any sense of relief, but the nights he woke up to the stabbing sensations never subsided in their suddenness. It’s been years now since the first time he was able to flap these wings, since the process of getting them connected, so for this to still continue was frustrating.
“Oh yeah, forgot I had those”, A’Mari mumbled to himself, grimacing as he pushed himself up the wall with a groan to retrieve the pill bottle stashed in his closet beneath a growing pile of clothes. They were something given to him during the first few months of his surgery to dull any pain that came with adjustment to the wings. The prescription, however, after constant complaints from A’Mari well beyond his healing time, turned into placebo iron pills, unknown to him, to satiate the child. Even now, Pantheon still refills it, and A’Mari relies on them at least a few times a day to keep these pains at bay.
His hands became frantic with his frustration as he ripped through the pile, cursing himself for never cleaning it up. “...I’ll get to it tomorrow. Ah finally, geeze.” he exclaimed, just about ripping off the bottle’s top and popping one or two extra in his mouth for good measure; he had a particularly rough time this morning. Already feeling the relief spread down his back, A’Mari gave his wings a good stretch, each tip reaching the extent of his room, and a rumbling groan of appreciation that grew in sound as he stretched his body further. His morning routine always began with stretches to ensure he felt prepared for anything Pantheon might bring to him, and often could be marked by his rather loud groans.
Slipping his head and arms through a loose white shirt, tucking his wings against his back,too lazy to be bothered to fit them through the alteration meant to accommodate wings, A’Mari stepped out from his cave and jogged over towards the kitchen. His feet were heavy and clunked noisily down the hall, a sound hard to miss even over his happy high-pitched humming; it was breakfast time! Reaching the cold floor of the kitchen, pace slowed to a walk, he quickly reconsidered his need for food and morning capri-sun; Nina was already in the space, hogging the toaster, causing A’Mari to give a little scoff before dragging his gaze away from her and perking up at the sound of others in the living room. Practically prancing over them, he immediately gravitated to the steaming bag of food, grabbing a bagel and shoving a bite into his mouth.
“Whoever brought the bagels, you’re my bagel halo angel!” he exclaimed, throwing a casual smirk at Aeron and giving Celine the double eyebrow raise. “Celine, you’re already back. Was it fun? How’d you do?” he rambled off questions, walking around the couch, ready to plop down onto the cushions but paused at seeing Mer hugging her knees on the floor. Brows furrowed, he opted to slide onto the floor next to her, letting out a little sound of intrigue as he spotted a teddy bear falling apart and dragged it across the floor over to him to hold, shoving another bite of bagel into his face.
“Hey Mer, what’s up with you? Did you break your mini 'Mer-bear'?” he inquired, making the toy wiggle side to side towards her face. “You should really take better care of your stuff dude. This is...it’s pretty dang gross, I can’t lie” he said with a chuckle. Really, as stressed as Mer could make herself seem sometimes, no bear deserved that kind of abuse.

[Raylen]

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Mer, without looking to Aeron who had entered the common room, politely responded "I'll take tea please" She was feeling the fatigue of her already hour and a half session of vision training, and she was frustrated that no progress had been made in that hour and a half, nor in the days before. This bear had been a routine of failure to her. A familiar quote arose in her mind, That insanity was doing the same thing over and over and over again and expecting a different result. Was she going insane? Mer certainly wasn't normal.

The dishwater blonde opened her eyes when she smelled the warm bagels, debating over breakfast with her queasy stomach. Mer made herself smaller, bringing her arms to her chest so it would be more accommodating when the rest of the pantheon filed in for the morning and went to reach for breakfast. She was seated on the floor after all. She tried not to stare too much at Celine who looked like she'd gone through hell, she probably had, Mer had spent her night in a fitful sleep and knew that Venus had not come home until just now. When Celine brought up the poor bear that was lying across the ground she shrugged "Could've been a better morning" she said in contempt. She was going to perfect her visions with that dumb bear if it was the last thing she did. "rough night?" she jived halfheartedly back, the sarcasm was there, but lacked any emotions to giveaway that she was joking with the bruised girl before her. "Does somebody need a curfew?" She bit a small chunk out of the bagel and chewed slowly.

Her body immediately tensed up at the feeling of another presence, and she didn't have to turn her head to know that Amari was next to her. He was really the only person who would invade her personal space solely because he wanted to. He made the second comment of the morning about the discarded and dirty bear. Maybe she could have picked something better to train with, but the bear had called to her. Mer just knew that there was a history on why that bear was so torn up and thrown into an alleyway. The blonde scrunched her nose when said dirty bear was waved in front of her face, making all her sacred thoughts of the it disappear with Amari's defilement. It was in times like these that she wished she was celine, because she wanted nothing more than to bite his hand off right now. "My name is not Mer-Bear" she said with disgust "I'm training with it. I still can't see visions of people that I'm not familiar enough with--not willingly anyway-- and that means that we can't figure out what the rebellion is doing next." She said all to seriously towards the boy who was just trying to have fun, her temper had risen over the thoughts of the dumb bear and she snatched it out of his hands. "And i didn't abuse it. I found it in an alley" She set the bear in her lap and felt nothing besides the vague ownership of a little girl, what she had been feeling for several days now and sighed. Maybe this toy wasn't special.

ᴛᴀɢꜱ: ᴀᴇʀᴏɴ, ᴄᴇʟɪɴᴇ, ᴀᴍᴀʀɪ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

[daices.]

☾ CELINE ☾
〘 location ↠ penthouse | feeling ↠ contemplative | tagged ↠ minerva, a'mari, aeron, etc.〙
“ you're turning me cruel 'cause I'm just wanting you to react ”
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Celine gave Aeron a rare smile, grabbing a bagel for herself as well. "Some tea would be great. There should be some Oolong in the cupboard to the left of the sink." She rasped.

Turning back around and picking at her bagel, Celine slowly pulled small, methodical bites out of the pastry. Partly because it hurt a bit to swallow, partly because she hated getting crumbs on her face.

Settling back into her chair, Celine slowly surveyed the room, taking in the sun slowly creeping up over the horizon, casting everything in a faint blush of pink. "Quite a few people up right now." She stated mildly, gaze just barely pausing on Nina before it settled on the far hallway, the telltale clunk of footsteps arriving a split second before A'Mari rounded the corner.

"Thanks." She shrugged in response at the winged boy, waving vaguely at her shirt. "Someone tore my sleeve; I'll have to find some twenty-four seven seamstress tonight." Almost without a doubt, she would be sent to terminate one, or two, or maybe three minions by the time the moon rose; there seemed to be more and more mutants these days, even if their powers were laughably weak. Maybe it was the new generation of kids developing their powers. Hopefully, she didn't have to kill children tonight; everyone always threw up such a stir when a child disappeared, it was much more of a hassle to cover up. "Overall, it was alright. I was on schedule, mostly."

She nodded her head at A'mari. "How are you? Your wings?" She inquired in return, before she settled to watch him settle next to Merida.

"Sorry to hear that." Celine sympathized when Merida lamented her morning, before smirking lightly, an impish spark in her eyes. "Oh- you know how it goes. Some people are rougher than others. Don't worry- I'm not gallivanting around the streets too late. I'm almost always in bed on time."

Retreating back to a bystander's role when Merida and A'mari began to bicker, Celine drew her legs up onto her chair, huddling as she slowly ate her bagel. Maybe she'd take a shower after this, after everyone finished all their morning chatter. Or maybe after she got some tea; she wasn't too invested in the conversation anyways.

☾ ALEX ☾
〘 location ↠ rebel home | feeling ↠ jittery | tagged ↠ felix, lys, everyone 〙
“ you've got the power to control, don't pin it all on me ”
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Almost every night he dreamed, he saw her face.

Eyes, the color of the ocean under bright sun; long, blonde hair, turned whiter by all the farmwork they had to do together. Her bright grin when they blazed through game after game in the county fair, her sly smirk when they snuck out at night and ganged with a group of friends, running through the corn fields and generally causing havoc.

"Alex, come with me!" She laughed, reaching for Alex's hand.

Alex felt frozen, cold. He tried to move his arm with all his strength, but he couldn't even twitch his fingers.

Since when did it become night? The moon cast everything in a dim, silvery glow. The smile slowly melted off the blonde's face, outstretched hand pointing into an accusatory finger. "Why didn't you come, Alex?"

"Why. Didn't. You. Co-"

Alex woke with a start, nearly tearing the blanket snarled around him at its seams as he fought for a second, struggling blindly against an invisible enemy. Blinking and slowly relaxing as the dim bedroom around him slowly blurred into view, Alex retracted one shaking arm from his self-made cocoon, raking a hand through sweat-slicked hair.

Cursing under his breath, Alex slowly rolled out of bed, body aching despite having done literally nothing but sleep. "God, these recurring nightmares really need to give me a break..." He mumbled, slowly remaking his room so it didn't look like he had just been thrashing about in the throes of a nightmare.

Equal parts jittery and restless, Alex paced around his room for a moment, before tossing on a tank top and shorts and fleeing the apartment. A run: a run could help dispell some of this turmoil.

A run did not help. Two hours and more loops around the block than he could count, Alex was barely sweating and filled with more energy than ever, now wide awake as well. Stopping when he met the door of their home again, he simply sighed and headed back in. The sun was now high in the sky, and everyone else was probably up; maybe conversation would help.

"Hello!" He cheered, when he entered the kitchen and saw Felix and Lys up. "How is everyone this fine morning?" He continued, before making a beeline for the fridge and pantry and making himself a terrifyingly large bowl of frosted flakes, shoveling milk and sugary corn cereal in his mouth in between sentences.

"Are we doin' anything fun for the rest of today?" He mumbled around a mouthful, glancing at the two with bright curiosity. "I'm down for some fun!"

[FluffyBirdie]

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age, 25 | role, rebel leader | ability, reactive adaptation | location, kitchen | tags, lys, alex

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Felix heard movement in the kitchen, and though the chances of it being someone he knew was very high, he still raised his guard nonetheless. The one detriment to being on the roof is that he would not be able to see anyone sneaking into the door, and an eagle's eye view of the place meant little when an intruder was already close to home. He kept his pace steady, so as to not alert whoever it was that he noticed them. He would throw his cup, which would shatter on their forehead, and then...

He entered the kitchen to find Lys, and chuckled at her reaction as he dropped his alertness. "If it's any consolation I was wary as well." He poured himself another cup of coffee, deciding to just finish the already made pot instead of switching to tea. "Maybe we should develop some sort of code so we know it's a friendly face and not an intruder. It would help against that shapeshifter on the Pantheon, especially if she pretended to be me." He had a big gulp of his drink before considering her question, though he was interrupted by Alex's cheerful voice. "Doing well." He replied, more focused on seeing a large bowl of cereal vanish before his eyes. "Well, I don't see anything urgent we need to do, so it would be the usual training and scouting. I want to check in on the city to see what the Pantheon's movements are, but it's risking our cover. Asking around about the group would raise some eyebrows. What do you two think?"

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age, 20 | role, mars | ability, exoskeleton | location, penthouse | tags, nina

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Hayden stared at his closet, debating on a color palette for the day as he double and triple checked his body and mechanics were in order. He's had missions before where he failed because he couldn't pull out a blade or his pincer-limbs from his back fast enough, and he did not want a repeat of those missions. Especially not when he's an official member of the Pantheon. His morning routine was a strange sight to behold; a young man, standing shirtless in front of rows of clothing as knives and mechanical parts whizzed in and out of his arms and back. A downside to his implants were that shirts and jackets tore whenever he engaged his cybernetic half, so he could never grow too attached to any particular item.

He decided on a light blue dress shirt, and once his hair passed the check, he left his room to head to the kitchen where the noise seemed the loudest. Just as he entered, he heard the toaster pop, and as it was only Nina watching it, Hayden quickly jumped over to steal a slice of toast before retreating to the gathering around Merida, standing furthest away from the weapons craft girl. He kept an eye on her the entire time, in case she decided to pick up or create a kitchen knife to throw at his head.

[horror.]

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐞⏤⏤⏤✦ ! !
Wild Card//Located at the damn kitchen//Tagged with everyone in the kitchen//Feeling hungry

Sterling had not been seen for three days after overexerting himself in the middle of an important extraction mission. That was what he deserved after pushing an 18-wheeler into the way of pursuing cars. No, no, that wasn't what took him out. It was also bringing down an underpass that a freight train just happened to be passing over. That left him out of commission for a while. He had been recovering in his room, and thus, really hadn't had much time to keep up with appearances. Talk about social distancing.

When he did wake up on the morning of the fourth day, Sterling was groggy and starving. There was an irritating ringing in his ear too, and he felt like he should have spent another day in bed before even trying to get up. But he needed to eat something. Tangled up in his bedsheets, he reluctantly got up. He threw on a random hoodie he found hung up by the door and walked out—still wearing his pajama bottoms and everything.

Maybe he really should have stayed put in his room. He heard one too many voices from the kitchen.

He just exhaled, and mentally prepared himself to be encumbered by their happy-go-lucky little family. So, like a zombie back from the dead, he appeared in the doorway. There were bags under his eyes, and everything he was or will do was delayed by a total of five full seconds. That included his greeting to the three other people in the room. "Hey," he said.

As he walked past the kitchen table, the cupboard door opened, and levitating over to him was a bowl. Joining it in the air from one of the drawers was a spoon, and with a little lazy wave of his hand, he stole the box of cornflakes from Alex. He didn't even like cornflakes but, whatever. He needed to subdue his voracious appetite. The only thing he physically got himself was the jug of milk from the refrigerator, which at that point had been mostly used up to create Alex's monstrous bowl of high-fructose corn syrup.

He didn't even notice.

He poured the rest of it into the levitating bowl and without batting his eye, threw the empty jug into the recycling bin.

Sterling stirred around the flakes with his spoon and shoveled as much of it in his mouth as he could at one time. He glanced around, and then, began to chew. "What’s going on."

[ghostie,]

ＬＹＳＡＮＤＲＡ ＳＴＥＰＨＥＮＳ
( name. lys stephens ) ( age. twenty-two ) ( role. the architect ) ( location. the kitchen ) ( tags. felix, sterling, alex )

Lys laughed softly. She bit her lip, thinking. "I s'pose a code wouldn't be a bad idea." she replied, nodding thoughtfully. Before she could say anything else, another figure walked into the kitchen. It was Alex, bright and cheerful as always. Lys smiled at him as he approached, then proceeded to watch, in mild horror, as he poured and began to consume a mountain of frosted flakes. Lys grimaced at the sight and looked down at her toast with butter that was seeming rather plain in comparison. However, she didn't mind, and shoved the last piece into her mouth.

"Good, Alex, and you?" she asked, gesturing with her hall full coffee mug. Lys flicked her tongue between her teeth as she listened to Felix's suggestion. While Lys would like to know what the Pantheon's movements were, she also recognized that it could start raising some red flags. "I think that would probably be a good idea. If they're near by it might be better for us to leave." she replied, taking a sip of her coffee. "As long as we're careful we shouldn't create much of a stir." She added as she knocked back the rest of the coffee and placed the mug on the counter. It was then that Sterling walked into the kitchen, looking like he was just risen from the dead. And he practically was, it had been nearly four days since he had passed out. "Well, look who's finally awake." Lys chided playfully, watching as he haphazardly chucked the empty milk carton in the recycling. She bit her lip, concerned. "Uh, I'm gonna make some more coffee." She added, turning to fill the coffee pot. She wanted more and by the looks of it Sterling needed it too.

[Espeon101010]

Pʜʟᴇʙᴏᴛᴏᴍɪsᴛ || Dᴀɴʏ
| age: twenty-four | gender: Male | role: Phlebotomist | ability: Healing |
| location: Rebel Base | mood: Tired | tagged: Felix, Lys, Sterling, Alex |

His body felt exhausted, even simply stretching in bed seemed like a struggle. Dany had stayed up far too late the night before, going over scenarios in his head that were unlikely (if ever) to happen. There were sounds coming from the kitchen, most likely Felix was already up and about. Dany really felt regret about his lack of sleep. Of course, it wasn't his choice that Dany hadn't been able to fall asleep at a reasonable hour. That was a downside to being a turncoat, Dany knew The Pantheon was certainly looking for him and Felix, but he also worried that some of the rebels he was working with didn't fully trust him either. If he had betrayed one team, what was stopping him from betraying them as well? He couldn't fault their logic, the healer had caught himself following those same thoughts and doubts as the others certainly had during his time with them. The only calm in the storm of anxiety for Dany was that their leader, Felix was also an ex-Pantheon member and the others seemed to trust him enough to follow his lead, so Dany felt at ease whenever he was around their leader, though he was still intimidated by his strict, no-nonsense attitude when it came to missions and work. After nearly an hour of lying in bed trying to go back to sleep, Dany groaned and got out of bed, carelessly flinging his single blanket back onto the mattress. Fighting to keep his eyes opened as he turned the light on, the dark-haired young man pulled some clothes on. He didn't exactly pay attention to what he was grabbing and nearly put his shirt on backwards. Finally getting himself straightened out, Dany dragged his feet out of his room and towards the kitchen.

"Morning" he mumbled to the assembled group of miscreants. He trudged to get some cereal, saw they were out of milk and almost out of cereal and sighed inwardly. He would just go with some toast, then. Dany then popped some bread in their toaster and sat down while he waited for it to spring back up. "Are we thinking of moving?" He had caught the tail-end of Lys' comment before she got up to make some coffee. "Coffee sounds great, Lys. Thank you."

[oddvocado]

.☿ 𝔸 '𝕄 𝔸 ℝ 𝕀...𝕄 𝔼 ℕ 𝕂 𝕀 ℕ ☿
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.........● tagged : merida, celine
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“Oh my gad, I was calling that Mer-Bear because it’s yours and a literal bear.” he emphasized, shoving his finger to the toy Merida had snatched away. Annoyance danced across A’Mari’s face, upper lip curling and brown eyes squinting up as he looked at her. Her tenacity was always something to be considered admirable, and A’Mari did commend Mer for it, respected her efforts even towards supporting the team, but he’d be lying if her frustrated moods weren’t difficult. If he wasn’t so concerned about the repercussions, he would grab the girl by her shoulders and shake her back to her senses. Maybe then she could relax and enjoy herself for longer than 10 minutes.

Not one to be subtle with his feelings, A’Mari’s failed effort to relax his face led him to giving a heavy groaning sigh and pushing himself up to his feet. He kept eye contact with Mer, looking down at her while picking at his cooling bagel, rolling the little pieces of bread between his fingers. “It’s not like you can get anything done anyway if you’re so focused on your feelings. You need to chill out dude and not take your stuff out on people and toys.” he gave her a large shrug, lip still curled and eyebrows raised in what he considered to be a thoughtful look, tapping his temple with a finger to suggest she think about his ‘advice’. He was feeling rather smart, as he usually did when he thought he was using logic more than Mer, encouraging him to give her a smile he felt looked supportive but might have come off more smug than intended.

He continued to pinch the bread between his fingers tightly, squishing it flat then molding it back into a ball as he strutted off from Mer to deflate from the tension, only then noticing his wings had spread open slightly beneath his clothes, ripping the fabric in the back. Well, maybe he should have been wearing it properly, or maybe they could make more durable clothes. Who can make a whole mutant, but not reinforce fabric?

Shuffling his way over to Celine, he popped up onto the arm of her chair, settling down onto it with a wiggle and bracing himself against the ground with a leg. The other was crossed on the chair’s arm, now used as a makeshift plate for his breakfast pastry. “I am pretty good, but I need to practice aerial diving and it’s annoying. I could go splat in a second if I miss the timing to break my speed before reaching the ground. And that’s just to the ground! I haven’t even tried air to ocean yet...I’m gonna die.” he gave a boisterous laugh at the thought, demonstrating his possible future with the bread pieces in his hand, squishing them flat between his fingers and rubbing it for good measure. “Really though I’m not worried about it. These things”, he said, gesturing towards the feathers protruding from his shirt collar, “are about as useful as me so, yeah.” he admitted with a cocky playful smirk. “Speaking of ripped clothes, I’m going to put this shirt on again before everyone gets flashed. Could you get the back holes around my wings?” he requested of Celine, gnawing on his lip as he slipped the stretched fabric from over his head, careful to keep his back towards only the girl and wall as he handed her the shirt. His leg started bouncing while he waited on her, fingers picking at the bagel once more and popping pieces into his mouth. Maybe A’Mari’s back wasn’t as great a subject as he led himself to believe others considered it to be, but better to keep the chance of finding out to a minimum. Exposing himself to anyone aside from his reflection was a rarity to behold, and an uncomfortable experience still for A’Mari because he knew not everyone understood those scars like he did.

“When are you going to take me on a mission with you? I can be your shadow in the sky, a not so stealthy bodyguard. I’d like to see how you earn your bruises, too.” he twisted his neck around to shoot a joking smirk at Celine. He craved the freedom to help with missions, but more than that, for the moment, he wanted his own to accomplish. Surely it wasn’t far away, his preparation efforts and passion couldn’t go unnoticed for much longer. He was ready for it, desperate for the responsibility to be given to him.