#coldhxnter

Dark eyes widened in shock of the scene before him, the container of sweets dropped and forgotten as quick, frantic steps bounded towards Cisst. He stopped a few feet short, weary of the large, almost ghostly chains surrounding the taller.

“W-What- What’s going on--?!” 

Intimidating. It wasn’t too often the child found himself genuinely intimidated- especially given his current situation. However, he still found himself curious, albeit cautious. He’d hardly ever met a gem like this stranger, but hardly thought of any other... species when staring at his blue skin and red eyes.

Clearing his throat (and finding it rather dry), Steven extended his hand to the stranger. He didn’t recognize him as a bounty hunter, nor as someone too dangerous to shake hands with. 

Send “That doesn’t look like a scratch.” for my muse to react to yours finding them bandaging a wound. 

Charles sat upon his back porch, grumbling softly to himself before winching slightly. When the alien came up beside him, he looked over towards him, blinking once before he greeted him. He tried to pretend that the wound was nothing more than a scratch, but Cisst’s statement told him that he was not entirely convinced. Which is to be expected, he is a bounty hunter after all, for him not to recognize a bad wound would be…well odd considering.

“…I assure you that, it’s just a scratch…a really deep…scratch…”

Normally people would leave Donovan alone when he’s sleeping, no one having the guts to risk angering him. He wouldn’t mind being woken up, and he was usually a loner, a bigger one than Sniper.

He would have acted politely if it wasn’t for the boot to the helmet. It made a hard THUNK! to his helmet, making him grunt and start sitting up, looking over to the scout. No one could see, but anyone could tell he was annoyed.

“Hate to break it to you, kid, but this is the recreation room. No rooms are yours to claim besides your own,” He answered, a bit of an attitude to his tone, and the said attitude seemed to be increasing. It had a ‘Not people like you again’ vibe. “Also, I’ve slept on this couch before. Mind telling me why no one woke me up to tell me?”

“Kid?” Spencer frowned. “Do I look like some snot-nosed little brat to you?” He stepped back and waved his arm around the rec-room. “This entire base is mine. This might as well be my room because It’s where I go after a battle. I always sit on that couch, in that spot, where your ass is parked.” He crossed his arms and glared at the stranger. 

“What if I told you I bought that couch with my own money?” It was only half true; Spencer had to sometimes pay for Phil’s chaotic ideas of fun, so half the base was probably repaired or fixed up because of Spencer.

“Howdy sir!” 

It was certainly not weird for Wander to appear anywhere. The little orange nomad had made it a mission very, very long ago to visit every planet in existence- and, in his immortal life span, he should have time to hit them all. 

And, on this one, he found himself in front of a very tall individual. Craning his neck up, wander gave them a bright grin. 

Relations between galaxies were… odd, to say the least. New things came and go in each one. One of the newer things was Christmas. Something he didn’t exactly understand, but it was a big holiday, apparently. But that didn’t mean Cisst wasn’t willing to at least try.

The Chiss blinked at the knock on his room’s door, but he got up. When he realized who’s voice it was, though, he decided to take the present he got for Parker, a new chestplate, and put it behind his back.

“No, not in,” He said jokingly before the door swiftly slid open. Cisst gave his signature smirk. “Hey, what’s up?”

Even though it was his own planet’s holiday, this would honestly be his first year doing anything with it, with anybody. 

Parker perked hearing his voice, snrking at the remark as the door opened. Giving a lopsided grin, he met eyes with the taller “Ah, well, I-I wanted to give you something” Pulling out the box from behind his back, he held it out to Cisst. “Its.. Not much, but I hope you like it.” 

God, his happiness could never last, could it? Parker groaned, leaning his head back against the wall in the corner of his room. His extra appendages laid sprawled out around him, only occasionally twitching. 

It wasn’t like a constant, dull ache; no, the pain was much more like the feeling of something eating him from the inside out. Parker only hoped starvation would be quick.

He lifted his head off from the wall when he heard someone approaching his room; quick, panicked. The scout froze up, fearing what the others reaction might be to his new.. appearance.