Two pints of Freedom

[Chuba]

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"Ah, I see. Damn. Missed such a chance. Ah well, another time, 'suppose. " He proclaimed with rather poorly-acted annoyance in his voice. Nathan was right in that this was just simple banter from the Phantom. However, his interest in Nathan, Moretti, and the ship was quite real.

"Nathan." 21 nodded respectfully in response to the man all the way in the cockpit. A short sigh left the recently-arrived pilot before he left his eyes to wander the hangar "A bit of both and a bit of neither I guess." In truth, he was just simply bored. "What if I just wanted to say hello to my two very dearest and nearest friends?" A gleeful grin stretched across his face behind the face mask. It was both a truth and a lie.

The Phantom stood out like a sore thumb even in midst of the Xenos. A war-fueled goof is what he'd describe himself as. 21 was never not in tactical gear and ready to jump into the nearest conflict. Even now, the pilot was fully equipped, only missing his helmet.
Almost like he idolized a certain protagonist of Sirius.

His eyes locked onto Moretti that stood quietly not too far from him and the fighter. "Want one?" He opened the fourth pocket on his vest, pulling out a standard-sized white cigarette carton with two red lines, one at the top and bottom, and extending his arm towards their boss.

"Memory's fuzzy. I don't recall if you smoked or not."

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