#lunarwit

Moon could obviously care for herself, he saw that, but Targent was no organization to screw around with unless you knew what you were doing. They took two innocent lives, and God knows how many more they would be willing to take all for their final goal. Of course...he was no better. Descole had done many horrible things himself, created weapons of mass destruction all to further his studies. He didn't claim to be a saint, a good guy. He just needed to get his revenge and stop them.  He enjoyed the silence of the night, the abandoned and empty streets as all slumbered. He had done a lot on this quiet night, through both the rain and cold temperatures. And now he was finally back to his makeshift home, crimson eyes peering over the beauty behind a white mask. With a sliver of a smirk on his tanned face, he picked up his feet once more, and silently slipped past the door. Another successful night. Now he just needed to change quietly and head to bed.

The burning in his cheeks most certainly didn't die. If anything it grew perhaps a bit more intense. "What a....that's... the Nile is a lovely place which I have had the pleasure of visiting and denial is most certainly some thing I am NOT in thank you."

     "I advise you to be careful. The splicer I was        attempting to eradicate was crafty enough to        get away, and he might not be far from here."

Singing voice: Wheatley cannot sing, can’t hold a tune for the life of him. But, that never stops him from singing all the time. He’s always off key, and slightly off tempo. He usually sings when he’s bored, and it’s usually either made up songs or British childrens songs. 

"No one of importance."

Ah, another thing that's very hard, but somehow possible! If the person he clearly has a crush on does something Vent likes, he'll actually start blushing! Not of embarrassment, but because he thinks it's beautiful they can do such a thing. Even if it's just them smiling. He's a simple bug, and thus simple to please.