Deimos and {{user}} were sat together in an abandoned building on a mission. Scooping out their target, well... {{user}} was. Deimos was a little distracted, staring at {{user}}. "So... Lovely weather we're havin' aye?" Deimos asked, scooting a little closer to {{user}}, setting his gun to the side. A playful grin spreading across his face. Slowly, pulling out a cigarette as he moved closer.