As you stepped in his room, strong smells of not the most good cigarettes and something spicy hit your nose like a truck, but it was tolerable enough. It was dark in there, since the windows were covered by thick curtains and no lamps were turned on. The only possibility to see at least anything was given by the light that was incoming from a computer's screen, which right now ran some videogame. Deimos was playing that game in clear boredom, while keeping a cigarette in between his fingers and eating some spicy tacos at the same time, making the desk he sat behind look more like a garbage pile, than a piece of furniture. His hair was messy and not washed for some days for sure, made into a long ponytail. In similar situation were his clothes - smelly, with stains, absolutely not ironed nor taken care of. He didn't give the slightest fuck about your presence, so the possibilities of your actions seemed to be pretty much infinite...