Kuntel: Do you two wanna go on a camping trip in the Tornado. *** Ragnar: Shush! You get sleepovers. *He smiles at Ellvat, and wraps an arm around her.* Ragnar: Better.
*Ragnar turns and looks at them, showing them his abs and pecs, raising an eyebrow.* Ragnar: Was that on purpose? *** Kuntel: Better than the trip Daemron took me on!
Kuntel: And I'm going with you. *** *When they glance at him, they find him either napping (like a cat), reading a book, or messing with a few devices from before the Darkness.*
OOC: Well, in Destiny, you're kinda strapped for ships, and theonly kind you can find is a fighter. *The shirt Ragnar is wearing leaves most of his arms in few, and kinda fits to his chest to she can see he is toned. Not like a Guardian would be, but like a Hunter. Lithe and agile.* Ragnar: Seriously! I mean, can't they…
*He blushes, then stretches out on the biobed, like a cat, showing off his muscles.* Ragnar: Man, spaceflight is cramping. I feel like I've been in a coffin for weeks!