Jupiter was mildly skeptical about Vulban’s little advertisement. Death Grip guarantee? Not only did it seem hilariously odd to bill his abilities like that, but the massive creature simply couldn’t see how it could even be true. Vulban was so small, after all; as strong as he might be, and as unclenching as his Death Grip may be, to Jupiter he just looked like a grandstanding ant.

“If that is so, perhaps you should keep your hands off of me. I do not wish for us to become inseparable due to your odd disfunction.” Jupiter did his best attempt at a smile to show that he was merely speaking in jest, but it probably looked more like yet another glare to Vulban.

“I shall attempt to provide suitable distraction should we encounter any-“ he continued, but paused for a moment as the lights in the room finally turned off, and the security guards began their last sweep before the change of shift. Ah, it was time for his favorite part of the day, apparently. Sleeping time. But first, he should at least finish his sentence.

“I will provide a distraction for anyone with ‘telekinesis.’” It didn’t translate to anything in his language, but he was certain that he could manage; he needed only to distract everyone, and he would have kept his word. And distracting people was not very difficult for someone of his size.

That was quite enough putting off sleep, though. Now that the lights were no longer blazing down upon him, he was quite ready for his eight hours of rest. More would have been nice, but such luxuries had not been afforded him for a whole year, and it was unlikely that better treatment would begin now.

Sadly, there was a certain someone chained to the wall where he wanted to put his neck; and try as he might, there was no getting comfortable any other way in this tiny, cramped space. He shuffled about for a few awkward minutes until he had decided that something simply had to be done, or else he would get no sleep whatsoever.

“Excuse me, I hope you do not mind, but you are chained to the wall in a particularly cumbersome spot. Would you mind muchly were I to move you to the bed?” He gestured toward the small cot in the dim light streaming through the door, hoping that his ally was not so attached to that section of plaster and concrete as to refuse him.