you can't see, we've been falling from the 5th story, hope we don't hit the surface
“Maybe we could make it a tradition.” He muses, flashing her a fanged smirk as their cups toast together, but Varus isn’t as smart as Isla is when it comes to the sensors – too used to having no pain that it truly takes the endless haranguing of his sensors to deter him of much. The Captain takes a deep sip of the hot cocoa, sputtering only slightly as his sensors spark off, eye twitching with a wince as he focuses back on what she says.
There’s a huff of a laugh, his breath appearing for the first time in centuries as the hot cocoa warms up his throat and mouth to create it. “Along with most things.” A wink shot her way before his arm slips around her shoulders, tucking her into his side. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” And he wouldn’t – not just because of the state of the world. “Did you have different kinds of hot coco where you’re from?” He asks, bringing up some interest in the fact that despite how much like a Natural she is, she still came from a different world, one with different customs, different things to get used to and change.
There’s a huff of a laugh, his breath appearing for the first time in centuries as the hot cocoa warms up his throat and mouth to create it. “Along with most things.” A wink shot her way before his arm slips around her shoulders, tucking her into his side. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” And he wouldn’t – not just because of the state of the world. “Did you have different kinds of hot coco where you’re from?” He asks, bringing up some interest in the fact that despite how much like a Natural she is, she still came from a different world, one with different customs, different things to get used to and change.
VARUS
