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⠀ ❝𝑵𝒐 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒅. 𝑯𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒗𝒆.❞ ⠀ ⚔️ ─【 ▸ Vᴀsʜɪ sᴡᴏʀᴅsᴍᴀɴ⠀ ᥣoყᥲᥣtყ ; hoᥒor ; dᥙtყ 】─ ⚔️ ⠀ ⠀

While playing around on @ZephirDameron's datapad to send a message to @CodedTechie, he fails to hear the start of a fight in the background from an information trade gone wrong.

Finds a way to entertain himself while @CodedTechie is focused on his work computer at the office.

Elnor hissed as he tried to rotate his shoulder. "Just do something!"

Stumbling out of the rubble, a young Romulan let out a deep groan as he pressed a palm to his cut forehead. Luckily, the strange planet shared the same oxygen. "Elnor to ship." The communication line crackled. "Elnor to ship!"

"He did!" The Romulan grinned, giving a little spin so that Killian could see his entire outfit. "Do you like it?" It was almost a carbon copy of a Dameron outfit.

When sleepy blue eyes met his, Nor smiled.

Is getting a little bored just watching @ZephirDameron tinker with his ship. "When are you going to allow me to help?"

Hovering over @CodedTechie, Elnor frowned. "Are you unconscious...?"

Him and @ZephirDameron had the talk a while ago. The one about how Elnor wasn't attracted to Zephir. How it was more platonic. So... Why was Elnor blushing as he stood with his back to Zephir, washing up, as well?

The sun barely had a chance to finish rising before he heard commotion in the living room. Frowning, Nor stepped out of his bedroom at the vineyard and wandered towards the noise with a tired stretch, only to find @CodedTechie speaking with Zavier. "Killi?"

3 o'clock in the morning, and Nor bangs axiously upon @ZephirDameron and @WineAndOldBooks's door.

Elnor made it a few seconds longer before he started to chuckle softly - spurred on by Killian's laugh.

Removing the blindfold, Elnor gasped. If that wasn't the cutest thing ever... "What is it?"

Having woken up from a brief nap, he silently makes his way onto the bridge to find @ZephirDameron "working hard".

Smile fading, Elnor began to stand straight before he remembered Zephir's advice about not being too obvious. So he leaned back down to rest against the table, attempting to survey. "Where...?"

"So, last night I was working on that coding that you taught me the other day." It wasn't coding. It was sending a text. At Killian's hopeful smile, Nor continued. "The datapad started smoking and caught the trashbin in my room on fire. Zavier said I am grounded."