[center][h1][color=686F91]Lucas Walsh[/color][/h1]
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[center][color=686F91][b]Location:[/b][/color] ARGUS HQ, Athens - His Quarters
[color=686F91][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color] Risa [@Lady Amalthea][/center]

Finally, Lucas began to shut up, there weren't many times when he would, but Lucas figured that when Risa was chasing a gun might not have been the best time to anger her any further. Following along a few steps behind her, he was much more relaxed in his walk, right hand gripping her heels as his left remained in his pocket. As he passed Oliver and Greta, he gave the latter a nod.

[color=686F91][b]"Greta, Dip-fuck."[/b][/color] The latter greeting was unsurprisingly intended for Oliver as he continued along, his dress shoes making a much louder clack on the marble floor than Risa's bare feet.

The fact that Risa continued on without any more than a greeting was more than a clue enough that Risa was out of the gaming mood, continuing after her, he picked up the pace slightly, forcing himself not to say anything in reply at her last quip, making his way with her into the barracks and toward his quarters. Opening the door for her, he moved in after her and shut the door, removing his jacket to hang it up on the hook by his door, half-expecting to turn around to a gun pointed at his face.

Surprisingly enough, it wouldn't be the first time, but similarly to her threats of waxing and his own of disloyalty, they never came to fruition, and he still was without a hole in his face. Deciding that finally he had to say something, snide or otherwise, Lucas cleared his throat and reached up, undoing his tie and undoing the top button of his shirt.

[color=686F91][b]"I suppose it still wouldn't mean anything if I said you looked stunning?"[/b][/color] Shifting to face her, he set down the heels by the door for her and smiled apologetically.