CHARACTERS: Melkor/Morgoth, Tom Mcnair
LOCATION: Trek about the ship
WARNINGS: TBA?
SUMMARY: Melkor and Tom bro it up on the way to Sciences
NOTES: Closed except by request! Feel free to msg if you wanna hop in!


Melkor is waiting, when Tom arrives, looking neatly clean, his hair damp and slicked back from his face; showered, perhaps, or freshly swum. Either way, he seems livened, brightened, the same smiling, buoyant personality who had been so eager to invite him to coffee.

A wolf, fresh from a successful hunt.

He makes a low sound of greeting, the air huffing out of his nostrils like a beast's snort of acknowledgement, and moves to throw his arm around the young wolf's broad shoulders. "You asked about the temperature; has it been much of a bother of you? And are you eating well enough? You look thin."