Nov 20, 2017
@ice-marked is guarded by a grump;
β It was just another day at the site, with the subjects filing in and out between departments. He was making his rounds as per usual, shiny black leathers making a soft tap along the tiled floors, white formal dress cap distinguishing him from the other security personnel. The gold Marines emblem shone like a bit of warmth and hope against the stark laboratory lighting as he made his way down the hallway of the living quarters. Peering into one of the rooms, Malakai nodded curtly at the resident within.Β βBonjour, Sigma. How are you doing today?β
