[ME] [SE] paper faces on parade

I carried my own ashes to the mountains

Deimos had been content to wander, snack, and be left to his own devices (i.e. be left alone), but it seemed he was either noticed, taken pity upon, or Alys figured he’d be easy enough to tease amidst the fold of clusters and gatherings. Glancing at her, he snorted, giving a faint smile beneath his mask. “Fairly well.” By his standards, since he hadn’t been forced to converse with anyone until this moment. “Watching drama unfold,” he tilted his jaw towards the groups of individuals immersed on themselves, shrugging his shoulders, and taking another bite of some of the jerky he’d broken apart in his hand. To be fair, it was nice to not be a part of any present shenanigans.

Tilting his head and directing his attention back to her, a singular brow arched. “How are things for you?"

DEIMOS