Night 57: West Wing, South Hall 1-A

[mustbethesuit]

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[wantsyourzex]

Mmm, such broad shoulders. Humans had such an interesting shape to them! No doubt thanks to their rigid bones. He'd be quite happy to just admire Gant all night, or perhaps do more, but he'd probably have to gain a little more of his trust before attempting it. Humans could be so picky.

"Yes, definitely. There's so much allies can... do for each other." His pleasant smile at the thought was interrupted by a gash suddenly appearing on his arm. He hissed in irritation, instinctually grabbing the wound. Cursed invisible things. They never gave him any peace. He took a moment to try and recollect his thoughts. What was it that Gant had just said? Ah yes. "Mmm... distinguished, yes. I'd agree with that. Delectable, even..." His last words softer than the first as he let go of his arm and tried to look at his hand in the dark. He wasn't sure what he was expecting to accomplish - his eyesight in the dark had always been poor here, even when he had two eyes.

Even if he was still plagued by whatever those horrible things were, perhaps his luck wasn't entirely bad. "The medical wing?" With his best attempt at innocent surprise himself, not that he'd had much experience in sounding innocent. "I was just heading that direction myself, actually... and I'm sure I'd enjoy your... company." Mmm, perhaps he could trick him back to his room later. He'd done it with some of the others after all.

[gargantuanlaugh]

Gant had never been the humble type, but even would admit that he didn't often meet people who tried to flirt with him. He liked the respect and status that came with a good alliance. Past relationships that moved further than that usually ended pretty quickly, after it became apparent that Gant had and always would be only looking out for Number One. He wasn't sure what he was hearing in the strange lilt of ZEX's words, but the possibility he was flirting with him never crossed his mind. He just figured it was another "alien" thing.

ZEX's sudden and easily recognized response to pain had Gant on alert. He looked about, but no one else had gotten close enough to touch them in the last few minutes. Gant raised his flashlight to take a look, ignoring ZEX's too quiet words. "Hurt yourself there?"

Gant didn't really have any bandages on him, and neither did he feel like ripping his nice suit just because the person he happened to be traveling with nicked his arm a bit somehow. "I'm sure we can patch that up when we get to the the medical wing." It seemed they were both intent on the same place, so why not. "Ready to get going then?" Without waiting for an answer, Gant started them on the way.

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