// disarm you with a smile //
The little stuffed animals come to life, plush and vibrant and a variety of colors that are just as adorable and lovely as Glas could have imagined them to be that it’s extremely distracting even as Deimos registers his approach and reassures him that he doesn’t need to be as formal. It’s something that had been ingrained in him from his parents, and despite them not being here anymore it was still quite a hard habit to break.
So he offers the Warden a bright smile, brighter, perhaps, because he knows the second he tries to say his name the stutter will come back. As for how he is, well, he can’t avoid it when he answers, stepping into the office space and to the side so as to not interrupt what Deimos is currently working on. “I’m.. good. Things are good.” It feels like it’s his turn to assure Deimos. “H-how are you?” He asks back, wanting to extend the politeness even as he swings the satchel of blueprints toward his front and hesitates opening it up until Deimos is finished answering.
So he offers the Warden a bright smile, brighter, perhaps, because he knows the second he tries to say his name the stutter will come back. As for how he is, well, he can’t avoid it when he answers, stepping into the office space and to the side so as to not interrupt what Deimos is currently working on. “I’m.. good. Things are good.” It feels like it’s his turn to assure Deimos. “H-how are you?” He asks back, wanting to extend the politeness even as he swings the satchel of blueprints toward his front and hesitates opening it up until Deimos is finished answering.
Glas
// and leave you like they left me here //
Feel free to use magic/force on Glas, without killing him <3
Glas has a scar on the left half of his face from the corner of his lip up the side of his face toward his ear.
