After a long and arduous solo mission delegated to the chameleon, there was only one individual on his mind. As he docks his ship in its usual spot and climbs out of the cockpit, he wonders how far off his other half would be upon his feet hitting the floor of the docking bay. Familiar light thud of boots upon the metal floors, and quiet padding footsteps through the cold halls of Sargasso. Even without a mission to carry out, he couldn’t cease to think to be as quiet as he could be. Mind always processing a means of escape, attack, and hyperaware of individuals and their presence. A threat level assigned to each that made sense in his own mind. However there’s only one individual who could seem to disrupt such well kempt thoughts in the best way. One wild variable that always jumped fate and created his own luck, what fire and passion he held in him, his rage was nothing short of divine to behold. One person alone who could never cease to amaze and surprise the assassin. And that one person was upon him before he could even make it into the bar itself. Powalski rounds the corner just in time to be tackled unto the floor, making careful adjustments to continue the movement until he had Wolf pinned. Does it with ease and grace, it’s second nature to him. Yet simple but warm smile takes the place of a deadpan expression on his lips, a sign that he knows all too well that the one below him was no threat to be dealt with. But rather, an individual to be cherished, his favorite divergence in plans, his adored and wild variable. A small grin granted to him as he gazes down at him, smugness tugging gently at scaled features. An expression that reaches his eyes as he straddles his partner’s lap, and relinquishes his gentle grip on his arms. Gloved hands settling lightly upon the lupine’s chest, he purrs quietly.
