Again color rose to Declan's cheeks, the burly man turning away to gaze out the windows, obviously uncomfortable with compliments; the sign of someone who rarely received them.
"I'm just doing what's right," he insisted, jaw muscles flexing briefly before he inhaled and stepped away, moving to the balcony windows. A touch to the glass and the panels whispered open, letting the cool air of the high skies rush into the flat and banish some of the stuffiness of the gray space.
"Ghost...would you order some more dishes?" he said, staring out at the city while he waited for the heat to leave his cheeks and ears. "Hopefully Eva can get them here before you finish cooking," he added, looking over his shoulder at Aoba.
"Of course. But I should mention that--" Ding dong. "--The first order is here."
Silver eyes flicked to the door before booted feet thudded across the floor. The door hissed open and one of the less human-looking robots stood holding several parcels.
"Delivery! Titan Declan?"
"Yes."
"Sign here please! Thank you! Have a nice day!" the robot chirped politely before hurrying off to it's next task. There was a large camo deployment bag, a rolled and tied set of blankets and pillows and a case of groceries, all of which Declan carried in without obvious effort and set on the couch.
Patting the bag roughly, Declan nodded in approval.
"There should be a full kit of basic gear in here, some plain clothes like underwear, shirts and pants, boots, and there will be a suit for if you go offworld. Miss Levante is very good about load outs. We'll worry about any other gear if you decide to travel. For now, between this and what we ordered from Everis you should be set up. And your food is here. Would you like to take a shower first?" he asked, tilting his head and reaching up to brush his hair out of his eyes. It was the first time he didn't deliberately hide behind the white curtain, the gesture completely unconscious.
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"I'm just doing what's right," he insisted, jaw muscles flexing briefly before he inhaled and stepped away, moving to the balcony windows. A touch to the glass and the panels whispered open, letting the cool air of the high skies rush into the flat and banish some of the stuffiness of the gray space.
"Ghost...would you order some more dishes?" he said, staring out at the city while he waited for the heat to leave his cheeks and ears. "Hopefully Eva can get them here before you finish cooking," he added, looking over his shoulder at Aoba.
"Of course. But I should mention that--" Ding dong. "--The first order is here."
Silver eyes flicked to the door before booted feet thudded across the floor. The door hissed open and one of the less human-looking robots stood holding several parcels.
"Delivery! Titan Declan?"
"Yes."
"Sign here please! Thank you! Have a nice day!" the robot chirped politely before hurrying off to it's next task. There was a large camo deployment bag, a rolled and tied set of blankets and pillows and a case of groceries, all of which Declan carried in without obvious effort and set on the couch.
Patting the bag roughly, Declan nodded in approval.
"There should be a full kit of basic gear in here, some plain clothes like underwear, shirts and pants, boots, and there will be a suit for if you go offworld. Miss Levante is very good about load outs. We'll worry about any other gear if you decide to travel. For now, between this and what we ordered from Everis you should be set up. And your food is here. Would you like to take a shower first?" he asked, tilting his head and reaching up to brush his hair out of his eyes. It was the first time he didn't deliberately hide behind the white curtain, the gesture completely unconscious.