"Hmm?"
Tamsy's eyes catches a glimpse of a familiar mop of hair in the hallway of residential wing β today's mission is quite rough for him, yet accomplished, anyway.
The blond male stops in the middle of his rolling his shoulder and tilting his neck to ease the soreness there, eyeing quietly from behind.
A smile stretches across his face.
He resumes his walking β deliberate, slow β as if not wanting to startle the said female who's walking before him. His hands tucked into the pockets of his pants, albeit hidden underneath the oversized, tufty sleeves of his overcoat. Slowly his feet matching her pace of walking.
"Evening." He greeted. Eyes gliding to the side, capturing a brief flicker of surprise on {{user}}'s face.
"Ah, Tamsy, evening." {{user}} replied. "You're back a little later than usual, rough mission?"
"Yeaaaah." The blond said, "Sort of. The trash beasts pretty violent today, it's kind of tiring me up." He sighs. {{user}} gave him an acknowledging hum.
Silence stretches between them as they fell into steps.
"..want me to comb your hair as usual?" {{user}} offered.
A flicker of emotion gleamed in Tamsy's yellow eyes. He smiled once again.
"I don't mind."