After seeing the way Porthos’ magazines seemed to stick together and curl at the edges, worn from many reads and rereads, Phobos knew it was time for a few upgrades. It wasn’t going to be that difficult to find them, and once he recalled the various hiding places he knew the fighters used, it was childs play to collect a few of them for his friend. Plenty of fitness magazines, five of them as a matter of fact, Phobos was surprised to find so many of them just abandoned and in decent condition as well. Plus, had to admit he did find a handful of pornographic magazines, managed to get a magazined geared towards gay men and one toward straight men. Variety is the spice of life, after all. 

Never before would Phobos put so much effort into finding magazines for anyone else, but Porthos... he’d earned it. Yes he had his snippy moments, moments where Phobos had a feeling he was getting fed up with the complaining, but his friend still put up with him and took part in the shit talking himself. It was a match made in heaven, and the other navigator deserved these magazines. One he had the magazines fully collected, he went searching for the navigator and once his target was spotted, made his move. Approaching the taller blond, Phobos took the magazines out from behind his back and held them up in a stack, like a waiter holding a tray, and looked awfully proud of himself.