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A hand wrapped around Talay-a's own, his hands rough yet gentle. "We'll move on, then." Gideon croaked, gently bumping past Talay-a by the shoulder and turning her side to walk with his. Hand in hand, the devious duo paced to the meeting room. A heartthumping screetch echoed throughout the temple (Subject 17) and it dissipated, having being overly used to the hiss of his mask up close, he could bear the higher frequencies that damage hearing. The rumble however remained. Gideon stood still, jaw slightly ajar, an eyebrow raised, and stoned as hell.

With a touch of guidance, the fish and the crock made their way to the meeting room. "That confident fellow is obnoxious." He groaned from the haze. The mask pierced back on when he entered the space of the meeting room with a hiss. And the relaxed character escorted the 'unusually chummy' Talay-a to a seat. Gideon pulled out her chair with a burly-esc disposition.

Upon her (eventual) sitting, Gideon walked to the opposite side of the table and sat down directly across from her. He nodded and smiled to her under the mask, maybe she could see the smile in his [color=6ecff6][i]big moonish blue eyes ;P[/i][/color]. He leaned back and folded his arms, cleaver resting by his feet- and chain in hand.
 
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