Coffee was the first thing he hoped for once he was on Promethea, yes he was there to help in whatever corporate chaos was unfolding around him but it had been far too long since he had good coffee. He had been out killing Maliwan troops all day  by the time he reached Atlas HQ and felt he deserved a break, thus here he was happily searching for where he could get a good warm mug.  He was happy the crimson raiders were mostly let in no questions asked, he liked to keep his face hidden when near people and Skittles was able to follow him in no problem. Sadly not many people here knew sign language and half the time he would angrily sign before walking to the next person. All he wanted was Coffee.

This was getting ridiculous, as he walked up to a taller well dressed man he got ready to sign again. If this didn’t work he’d just speak. He didn’t know how he’d sound not having spoken since leaving Pandora, probably just a little hoarse, hopefully... Still he walked up and moved to gently tap his shoulder not wanting to startle this taller man, his large Skag staying at his side like a good girl.

“ You know, I wasn’t sure I believed Katagawa when he told me you were a Siren. You reaaally don’t seem like the type. 

I mean I’ve never met a Siren that was so... Corporate! ” Tyreen spits the word from her mouth, as though it were one of the most disgusting things she could have said, making a real show of the distaste with every exaggerated lip movement.

Corporate executives were fools, and meeting Katagawa had only cemented that fact in her mind. He had a ruthless streak that she couldn’t help but respect, but the fact that he considered himself in some way above harm because he paid people to ensure that. 

Loyalty couldn’t be bought. It had to be instilled with love, respect and admiration; that was how she’d come to power, after all.

“ But that guy and his creepy obsession with you? I’m sure he probably knows what size underwear you use, so I think I can trust him on this. 

That’s not the point though. The point is; ” Tyreen leans closer into the receiver of her ECHO device, as the message is recorded.  “ When we get through with your planet, I’m going to find you. And then I’m going to gobble. You. Up. ” The God Queen is silent for the next few seconds, before eventually bursting out into mirthful laughter, her voice coming through again, only sounding more distant. The last few words are all that’s caught before the message ends:

It really didn’t take more then a glance and hearing the slur in Rhys’ voice to tell he’d ended up doing more then tasting that wine and Zer0 sighs a bit in bemused and fond irritation. Sometimes they forget how easily others end up in this state and it would seem Rhys is among them.

They do approach, shaking their head at him.

“Rhys you are a mess.” It’s said as fondly as their voice allows and they reach out to straighten his vest and tie, unmussing him as much as was possible at the moment. He’d probably mess it up in a bit anyway but it’s the thought that counts really.

Nick snorted at that, using his free hand to mess up Rhys’ hair before having mercy and releasing him. Fuck, it really had been a while!

*plugs his ears do not get it stuck in his HEAD--*

“Join me! join me I say! Just enjoy this funky little tune with me. Come on. It’s not that bad. Sing it with me.”

“ If you could just calculate,

What is the optimum rate? 

I know you'll pass the test, 

It had been a very brief encounter to be sure, a few moments on the little elevator and then a bit during and after the fight with Bossanova, but honestly Zer0 had never seen anyone wearing the Hyperion logo that wasn’t shooting at them. The man didn’t even seem to be afraid of them, too busy grinning ear to ear with stars in his eyes and then being genuinely worried when their hologram was stabbed through. Worry they were entirely unused to receiving, from all but the other Vault Hunters (and even then its usually a bit distant considering they all know very well what punishment the others are able to take).

So when Zer0 happens upon him again, wandering alone and looking like a lost and frightened rabbit, they decide to take pity on him and at the very least point him in the direction he’s clearly trying to find. He looks like the kind of person Pandora will devour and use his bones for a toothpick and Zer0 is not cruel enough to just walk away and let it. Cruel in other ways perhaps, but not this one.

“So we meet again,” they say, hoping down from a rock they’d been perched on to snipe at furiously circling rakks a great distance away. “You seem to be very lost, it was Rhys correct?” At least they’re pretty sure they heard someone yelling that name at him at one point. Probably the woman he’d been with.

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