What- happened?

He's staring at the small humans, why are they armored like that- do they not have ghosts?

. . . "Well, aren't you 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. You're neither Vex, Eliksni, or Taken... Are you Hive? I've never seen you before; perhaps you are a worm?" He's curious, morbidly almost.

He's drinking coffee, don't mind him.

You do realize that we can consume food and drink without hurting ourselves. [ His red gaze falls to the other Exo and rather defiantly takes another sip of coffee]

[My god- he still retained that chatterbox of a mouth] I'll be fine, don't worry. We exo's are stronger than we look, I made us after all. I made us to last not to die because we got wet.

One of the guys. I was head of the project that created this race. You asked for the horn, I only provided what was needed for you to survive along with the customization request. Apparently, you retained that chatter mouth.

[If he could smile, he would.] Such bravado. If you wanted me out of my armor all you had to do was ask. [He teased, obviously meaning nothing by it.]

Hey, you started this. Now, Is there something that you need or can I get back to work?

. . . Why is that human reloading his gun like that?

The Vanguard? That's surprising, I was under the impression that Zevala hated every fiber of my being.

It’s not only that but when I appeared, I wasn’t exactly nice to him. He’s- interesting.

{_} not me thinking about making my hunter boy an rp blog and like- having him be cayde’s protégé (and be my guardian from D1) it’s TEMPTING

Well- fuck.

…

{_} Not me working on my hunter oc 💀 I never played D1 so i'm catching up on what happened and so I don't write her history wrong XD.

He’s very sore. At least the weeks spent on Europa were eventful, he’s recovered his old research notes.