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The jacket was thick and incredibly warm thanks to his body-heat, and Lun closed it quickly as not to loose it. The difference between her torso and his was enaugh to make up for the lack of opnening for her Pak, wich made a bulge in her back, but otherwise didn't bothered her. For once was she was glad she wasn't an actual female, otherwise her breasts would have been a bother.

"You sure you won't be cold?" asked she while shortening the cuffs slightly.

"Oh...no, don't worry, Im okay with just the shirt." answered the black eyed irken looking slightly away.

Lun quickly joined him and they continued walking in silence, glancing up to the tall building every now and then. They would discuss the most appropiate way to break in later in the ship, this was mere recognition of the grounds. Lun stared at his eyes and for maybe the thousenth time since she had met him wondered what was going in that angsty and more than a little bit disturbed head of his. Her gaze moved from his face to his neck when a flash of silver caught her attention. "You hate irken simbols, mercenary." said she, reffering to the small Irken simbol hanging from his neck. The spy recognized it as the chest simbol in the uniform bodyguards to the Tallest wore.

Sol stared down at it and said nothing for a while. Lun would have liked to press him to tell her, but actually hoped he would be willing to open up to her further on his own.

"It was Rahe's." He said finally, her heart leaping because him opening up to her meant he was willing to give her a chance and his trust. "... It was Patho's, actually."

"He gave it to you?" asked she, her antennae raising. Only the other commandant of the Falcore knew exactly what had happened to her previous employer, and she was more than a little curious.

"I took it." Answered the younger irken in the same soft, careful tone that caracterized him. "After I killed him, i took it."

Lun wasn't shocked, to say at least, Rahe had told her many times that the grudge between him and Sol-des would only be solved with the death of one of them, but knowing the emotionally weak tendencies Sol possesed, she hadn't expected him to win. Had hoped so, but betted against it.

She sighed and grasped his claw in hers. The base of the exiled irken antennae rose and he blushed profusely, staring wide-eyed at her, while she just smiled up at him. Another thing that intriged her about Sol was his shy nature and how easy was to make him blush. That unless he was in one his rare "wanting-to-get-laid" moods when he got all flirtly and smooth. She still wasn't sure wich attitude she liked the most, but supossed that as long such attentions were directed to her she didn't really cared.

Sol looked down and continued walking, but didn't let go of her claw.

"You took it to remember?" asked the olive-eyed irken after some minutes of silence. He nodded slowly, and she tightened the hold in his hand.

"You are sweet, Sol." said she, finally.

He blushed again and stared in her opossite direction.

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The jacket was thick and incredibly warm thanks to his body-heat, and Lun closed it quickly as not to loose it. The difference between her torso and his was enaugh to make up for the lack of opnening for her Pak, wich made a bulge in her back, but otherwise didn't bothered her. For once was she was glad she wasn't an actual female, otherwise her breasts would have been a bother.

"You sure you won't be cold?" asked she while shortening the cuffs slightly.

"Oh...no, don't worry, Im okay with just the shirt." answered the black eyed irken looking slightly away.

Lun quickly joined him and they continued walking in silence, glancing up to the tall building every now and then. They would discuss the most appropiate way to break in later in the ship, this was mere recognition of the grounds. Lun stared at his eyes and for maybe the thousenth time since she had met him wondered what was going in that angsty and more than a little bit disturbed head of his. Her gaze moved from his face to his neck when a flash of silver caught her attention. "You hate irken simbols, mercenary." said she, reffering to the small Irken simbol hanging from his neck. The spy recognized it as the chest simbol in the uniform bodyguards to the Tallest wore.

Sol stared down at it and said nothing for a while. Lun would have liked to press him to tell her, but actually hoped he would be willing to open up to her further on his own.

"It was Rahe's." He said finally, her heart leaping because him opening up to her meant he was willing to give her a chance and his trust. "... It was Patho's, actually."

"He gave it to you?" asked she, her antennae raising. Only the other commandant of the Falcore knew exactly what had happened to her previous employer, and she was more than a little curious.

"I took it." Answered the younger irken in the same soft, careful tone that caracterized him. "After I killed him, i took it."

Lun wasn't shocked, to say at least, Rahe had told her many times that the grudge between him and Sol-des would only be solved with the death of one of them, but knowing the emotionally weak tendencies Sol possesed, she hadn't expected him to win. Had hoped so, but betted against it.

She sighed and grasped his claw in hers. The base of the exiled irken antennae rose and he blushed profusely, staring wide-eyed at her, while she just smiled up at him. Another thing that intriged her about Sol was his shy nature and how easy was to make him blush. That unless he was in one his rare "wanting-to-get-laid" moods when he got all flirtly and smooth. She still wasn't sure wich attitude she liked the most, but supossed that as long such attentions were directed to her she didn't really cared.

Sol looked down and continued walking, but didn't let go of her claw.

"You took it to remember?" asked the olive-eyed irken after some minutes of silence. He nodded slowly, and she tightened the hold in his hand.

"You are sweet, Sol." said she, finally.

He blushed again and stared in her opossite direction.