Stay Safe, Kiddo.

Go anon and pretend to be my character's child,

Sooo, You are related to my Aunt South....who the fuck are you and why haven't I met you before this, shit head.

My muse is hiding something embarrassing! Send me a ☏ and I will generate a number from 1-13 for what it is! (Some NSFW)

He pulls a tight smile at her question, “Yeah, Theta’s usually a good kid, though. He’s only ever done this once before.” There’s a slight strain on the word ‘once’, as if he’s trying to defend his AI. Theta was perfectly normal and well functioning- they wouldn’t have let him have it implanted otherwise, right? “I’m sure it will be fine, but thankyou for the concern,” North’s smile becomes more genuine, tired eyes crinkling at the sides, “these days soldiers are beginning to become more competitive than caring, if my team is something to go off. But they’re my team and I wouldn’t change them for anything”. He holds out his hand, trying his best to ignore the odd sensation Theta was giving him at her name.

Allison chuckled, nodding. “Tell me about it. My old platoon was always more busy making bets and fighting with each other than actually doing their jobs.” A fond, albeit sad smile crossed her lips at the memories of her comrades. “But what can you do? They’re your team and you’ve got to love them for their idiocy, right?” Taking his hand, she nodded, repeating the codename under her breath to match it to the face. “Agent. It’s a pleasure to meet you, though the circumstances could stand to be a bit better.”

There's a split moment where North wants to ask about her old platoon, but he remains quiet at the solem expression on her face. Some things are better left unsaid. "Mine are always trying to outbeat each other, now there's a leaderboard in place. But I know deep down they all care for each other really, I just hope they don't let the need to outdo one another get the best of them..." It's his turn to let a fond smile grace his features, but there's underlying worry to it; the Freelancers had been together for a while, enough for him to consider them as friends, at least. He just hoped that was enough to keep them all on good terms. "This situation isn't exactly how I imagined making a friend, but first time for everything, I suppose," North chuckles and retracks his armoured hand.

He pulls a tight smile at her question, "Yeah, Theta's usually a good kid, though. He's only ever done this once before." There's a slight strain on the word 'once', as if he's trying to defend his AI. Theta was perfectly normal and well functioning- they wouldn't have let him have it implanted otherwise, right? "I'm sure it will be fine, but thankyou for the concern," North's smile becomes more genuine, tired eyes crinkling at the sides, "these days soldiers are beginning to become more competitive than caring, if my team is something to go off. But they're my team and I wouldn't change them for anything". He holds out his hand, trying his best to ignore the odd sensation Theta was giving him at her name.