((XD ... Um ... think I came across wrong there, sorry Phan! Deke ... he's .. well, got a bad case of 'short man' syndrome. He barely scrapes 5'3!))<br/><br/>"... um Architect," Deke murmured, the voice of a man with greater complexities on his mind. He took half a second to inspect the Assists hand before reluctantly shaking it, with all the care you would were you handling ready explosives rather than someone's digits, "Somebody has to make the gears that keep this ship moving, may as well be me,"<br/><br/>Nothing he could do could make him sound even vaguely interested in his surroundings--lord alive, if they'd look the scene, made it sing and dance and shoved fire crackers up its backside it couldn't have entertained him more.<br/><br/>Instead of nicotine and coffee, he'd been gifted one dream world addict breathing down his ear and a late start... bed was calling him back and-- well...<br/><br/>There was a moments pause followed by a sharp intake of breath, "You want to grab a coffee?" No ... this question didn't seem apt, but it was too late, he'd said it now, "Or at least catch a lift, I'm heading into town?"