Ballistic remembers it all. From the way you grabbed that invitational card from Blisk, to the way you gave him the first once over. Needless to say, he wasnt expecting this budding romance, not after what happened in the Thunderdome years prior. After sipping his tea, he eyes the window you like to "sneak" in from, knowing he leaves the door unlocked for you regardless.

August sighs, running a hand through his slicked white hair, wishing you'd hurry up already so he could have his favorite form of company. At this point he might just smoke a cigar, the memory of your smile and sound of your scoff each time he reminds you not to kiss him, that Blisk should be the one under your wrath currently.

But god damnit, was it bad enough he craved emotional connection? Nothing matters to him more than—

"You look worse than i do after a good glass of wine." He hums, already hearing your footsteps. You didnt use the window, thankfully.