HARPER
Harper tries to conceal the slight frown at that particular tidbit of information, but admittedly despite his normally impeccable control. Deimos perhaps shouldn’t feel like a safe person to emote that reaction around, but he does. His loyalty to Safrin, at least, is something Harper knows secondhand. “Hm. I suppose it…makes sense there are.” Picking each word with painful deliberation made apparent by the awkward slowness of the sentence.
But he is the king of rallying, and the mood will not break entirely so long as he is there! Winking boyishly at Deimos’ cool (in all ways) drawl, he works on installing the glass. He has had to learn to be a full construction worker since arriving in Caido, it’s a career change he never anticipated admittedly. When he can push on it firmly from both sides, he nods in satisfaction and strolls back in, metal flooring of the outer rim tapping beneath his boots. Leaning in through the doorway he peers at the next panel, making appreciative noises. “I think you missed your calling as an artist!”
But he is the king of rallying, and the mood will not break entirely so long as he is there! Winking boyishly at Deimos’ cool (in all ways) drawl, he works on installing the glass. He has had to learn to be a full construction worker since arriving in Caido, it’s a career change he never anticipated admittedly. When he can push on it firmly from both sides, he nods in satisfaction and strolls back in, metal flooring of the outer rim tapping beneath his boots. Leaning in through the doorway he peers at the next panel, making appreciative noises. “I think you missed your calling as an artist!”
