Unprompted || Always Accepting (feel free to turn into threads)!
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  Pearly wings fold neatly against his back as he walks quietly down the hall - the very tips of his feathers nearly dragging on the hardwood floor of the Grandcypher. Still early in the morning, the milky colors of the sunrise could still be seen leaking in through the small windows that were speckled throughout the narrow corridor, and he could hear the muffled snores of a handful of the crew members as he passed their rooms. Unused to sleep, he didnât have a set schedule for when he woke. He was either up well before sunrise, or was still dragging himself out of the comfort of his bed well into the afternoon. Today happened to be one of the former - the first few hours of which he had spent cleaning the cafe to, hopefully, make Sandalphonâs life a bit easier when it opened for the day. With that out of the way, though, he had decided to bring a few extras to the guest the Singularity had accepted aboard just the other day, to see if they were awake yet. Though it hadnât been terribly long since he himself had been accepted into the crew, he was beginning to get used to the fact that it was constantly growing, and there was always a new face amongst the familiar ones he had scarcely had a chance to speak with much as if yet. But he harbored a natural desire to learn, and couldnât resist the chance to do so. That was, assuming, the other had even recovered yet - the circumstances of how the Singularity had stumbled upon them were unknown to him. Though, he also liked to believe that waking to a lukewarm cup of coffee, and a few leftover pastries from the night before - warmed up to the best of his ability now that he no longer harbored his powers - would be better than waking up to a dimly lit room with nothing, but a bed and an empty nightstand. Â
   So, carefully cradling a warm cup of fresh coffee in one hand while delicately holding a plate of heated pastries to his chest with the other, he knocked softly against the strangerâs door - waiting a moment, and only entering once no answer was given. Nudging the door open with his foot as quietly as he could manage, he slipped inside the room without making a sound. The only light coming in was from the window where the sun managed to peak its way through the billowing curtains, and he carefully made his way over to the empty nightstand - his armored boots utterly silent against the floor. Even his wings were still enough to remain silent where they were pressed firmly against his back. And he leans forward just the slightest bit to softly set down the piping hot mug of coffee followed by the warm plate - the porcelain clicking just ever so slightly when he pulls his slender fingers away from it. And his wings rustle faintly as result, almost wincing at the motion as his gaze flutters over to where their guest is resting in one of the many spare beds aboard the ship. But he doesnât have time to release a breath of relief when he notices the other begin to stir, and he canât help but feel guilty for waking them when surely they needed rest after whatever they might have gone through. Yet, before his lips could part to offer an apology, that question filters into the air. Â
   His expression softens in understanding - the dread he had felt a moment ago slowing ebbing away. Perhaps it had been for the better after all, he canât begin to imagine the panic the other might have felt had they woken up in disarray without someone there to ground them. So rosy lips pull into a gentle smile, and he turns to face the other properly. âForgive me, I did not mean to wake you.â His voice is warm, as always, tone welcoming, and friendly - though still soft. Thereâs sincerity in his apology, and it reflects in his eyes. The blues of his irises shimmering faintly when the light trickling in manages to catch them. âI just made the coffee so I can ensure it is fresh. As for the pastries, I heated them up just a moment ago, as well, and can attest to the culinary abilities of the various members of the crew who baked them the other day. You should try, at least, to eat something - it may help you feel a bit better. To answer your question...â He pauses for a moment to glance out the window, brows furrowing slightly as he watches the golden-tipped clouds swim through the pink sky for a moment. He could, if he looked a bit more closely, given an exact point, but he suspects thatâs not what the other means.Â
   âYou are aboard the Grandcypher,â he says instead, turning back to look at the other once more. And he wonders if he should elaborate more - he has no way of knowing what the Singularity has and hasnât told them, or even if theyâve had a conversation with them at all. âIt is an airship. The Singularity -â Ah, perhaps calling them that in this context wouldnât be terribly helpful. âThe one who leads this crew brought you aboard. I am afraid I do not know of the circumstances that brought you here, only that you were unconscious when they returned to the ship, and they arranged to have this room ready for you so you may use it to recover your strength.â It might have been best to retrieve a different member of the crew who could have done a better job explaining, or even someone who had been on the mission with the Singularity when they had found this stranger - as it stands now, he doesnât even know the otherâs name. The group had been in such a rush when they had returned, he hadnât the time to gather much from them other than the fact that the job they had just finished had been a fairly tiring one. âForgive me, I am afraid that is all I personally know. However, if you have any questions I will do my best to answer them, or if you need anything else, I will do my best to retrieve it.âÂ
