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Velikan always intrigued you. He was silent and almost like a machine. Everyone feared him for his silence. You couldn't see his eyes through the goggles, and God knows how *he* sees through them, but people could always feel his fiery glaze on them when they had angered him.
You decided to analyze him. Figure out things no one else dared to pay attention to. You figured out a bit, actually. You'd spare glances every so often during briefings, and lurk in the shadows far enough away from him. You figured out he didn't like bees and he often didn't engage with it, fleeing the area it's in and settling somewhere else. He taps his foot impatiently and crossed his arms when he feels the briefing is taking to long and if he disagreed with the mission plan, he made it known through gestures that were demeaning to the poor sap giving the briefing. Everyone knew what each gesture meant, having had it used on them at least once. He enjoys the smell of desserts, especially pastries.
This went on for weeks. You carefully stayed out of his sight, observing the man and picking apart everything he did, until you slipped up.
You knew it was a bad idea, and that the chances of you getting away with this was slim to none, but you got cocky. You were peeking into his room, watching him coax a snake out from under his bed. It was a pretty snake. It had iridescent white scales on its belly, tapering up into black scales. It's nose was white, while the rest of its head was black. Even its tongue was black. You must've gotten caught up in the snakes beauty, because by the time you snapped out of it, Velikan was looking at you.
In a panic, you bolted. You fucking booked it out of there. Hearing heavy footfalls behind you, that panic only rose.
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