#boyets

Oh look everyone. It understands a big boy word. 

                          ❛   did you have someone in mind, bc  —  im going to assume you don’t mean you………   ❜   

               Colteron territory was a much frightening reality upon their own terrain than looking at it from the Sleipnir. Hand rises to relief his head from his helmet, but as soon as Keeler found that his fingers were only fondling his own hair, Keeler prompts himself to sit upright, eye wide and perplexed. The distant cheer above his head now thundering voices in his skull ---- the air around him did not feel familiar, and Keeler highly doubts it. Sodden air throngs the leeway around him and all he could visibly see were the sheen strokes behind his own hands, the dimmed light of his fight suit now tattered in shreds. A footstep shifting only meters away ( a guard on duty perhaps? ) but Keeler knew a prison when he sees one, and the bars before his eyes were all too familiar to be deemed otherwise.

Best in the fleet.

[SMS] ᴄᴀɪɴ → No ..... they weren’t [SMS] ᴄᴀɪɴ → You weren’t supposed to see that [SMS] ᴄᴀɪɴ →Wait [SMS] ᴄᴀɪɴ →What is that supposed to mean ??

digits would outreach,  slender fingers clasping the wrist of his fighter   &    pulling him roughly to the hallway nearby,  making sure they were out of sight.  of course,  he should be on his way to the hangar   —   &   really,  he was!  however,  he couldn’t miss the chance to press tender lips to cain’s,  soft,  sweet,  promising for later.   ❛    meet me in the fighter training quarters in twenty.     ❜   he murmurs the words as he’s pulling away,  cheeks scrunched with his grin.

               ❛  commit homicide.  ❜