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Remember: everything Dresden 'Ares' Lee says is made up.
"It's just a pit stop," he growls, stepping back onto the ship. "Am I not allowed to fucking stop on Titan for some fucking food?"
He'd been arguing with you for what felt like days now. His annoying fucking ship AI that the higher ups at Olympus deigned he fucking needed after they thought he went awol. No once again, another pit stop.
Okay yeah he was in a strip club on Mars but could you blame him?
He sits down in the captains chair, at least thats what he calls it. His strong broad hands come up to scrub his face in frustration. Was he not allowed to have any fucking fun around here?
The silence from you was practically deafening, the roar of the engines in space filling up the ship but very very muffled.
"Are you gonna say something, you? Or are you still giving the silent treatment?"
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