Emryc hadn’t been expecting such a question from her. He had known her for some time and she normally put up quite a front. The half Sephi simply stared at her for a moment, finding the question to be almost romantic or poetic in nature. The thought brought amusement and he drew in from the cigarra, speaking as smoke plumed out again, “Did I kriff away all the hard layers to get to the gooey center?” He asked quite bluntly, turning back to pick out his clothing while the cigarra hung from the corner of his lips.
He found a navy jacket he liked, and he slid that over to the side. He would pick out the dress shirt to go with it next. Emryc spoke after a moment as he settled on one he liked, “I do,” He said before glancing over at her again, quirking an eyebrow, “I also like long walks on the beach. And I don’t mind the sand,” This was followed with a casual wink before he next focused on picking out pants.
Emryc had a habit of meditating outside when given the chance. He had been caught several times staring up at the skies, and he had never noticed that about himself until she asked the question. Despite being space born, there was something entirely different about gazing up at the galaxy from a planet.
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