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“I certainly wouldn’t mind having company if you’d like to join me, and I don’t mind you talking either. Most people don’t find me a good conversationalist, I’m afraid so I’ve grown used to listening. You learn a lot that way.”

“You speak as though you have personal expertise on the matter.”

“Oh. Oh! Yeah. I know a place. Did you want me to show you or just give directions? ‘cause I could go for coffee. Coffee sounds great. Am I rambling?”

“… balloons do fly that high. They go to heaven and watch over you like helium-voiced angels.”

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An eyebrow raised in confusion, but a bemused smirk spread on his face as Sean’s ramble went on.

“Actually I meant coffee. I might need to fall back on it if the good tea places I know take a while to recover.”

“Yes, however, I have heard of Boba, and I doubt balloons float that high. It’s a interesting thought though.”

“For tea? Uhhh………….. Shoot. You know, I think there was a place, but I haven’t actually tried it myself. I think it was one of those boba places– you don’t do boba, do you? Do they even have boba in the UK? Like, is that a thing? I don’t know why we have boba when we won’t even recognize Tai– aww, man! Some kid lost their balloon. There it goes. Up into the heavens. Imagine an angel holding a balloon. No, crud, I’m gonna lose it.”

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“That may be true, but it’s harder to find a blend that’s as enjoyable as its leafy counterpart..”

“I don’t suppose you have any suggestions do you?”

“It’s kinda hard to botch coffee, isn’t it? You just roast the beans and… well, it all comes out the same.”

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“Please tell me your coffee shops fared better than every tea place I’ve come across so far after this huge mess.”

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Ok time to get started back on this guy.

Like this post for a mini/small starter with Alfendi here. Cap is eh, we’ll say 4 because they’re minis.

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[all] quirks my muse habitually has.

Writers, bold all of your character’s regular truths.

1. Smoking: the action or habit of inhaling and exhaling the smoke of tobacco or a drug. 2. Binge drinking: the consumption of an excessive amount of alcohol in a short period of time. 3. Drug abuse: the habitual taking of illegal drugs. 4. Nail biting: a common body language sign of anxiety/tension. 5. Lip biting: a common body language sign of anxiety/tension. 6. Night Owl: a person who is habitually active or wakeful at night. 7. Early bird: a person who rises, arrives, or acts before the usual or expected time. 8. Negative attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with criticism and pessimism. 9. Positive attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with optimism and confidence. 10. Swearing: the use of offensive language. 11. Superstitious: an irrational belief that an object, action, or circumstance not logically related to a course of events influences its outcome. 12. Inspecting fingernails: a common body language sign of boredom. 13. Scratching your neck: a common body language sign of uncertainty. 14. Foot and finger tapping: a common body language sign of stress/impatience. 15. Nose touch: a subtle body language sign of deceit. 16. Flipping hair: a common body language sign of craving attention. 17. Twirling hair: a common body language sign of flirtation. 18.Cracking knuckles: a common body language sign of readiness. 19. Hands behind back: a common body language sign of confidence. 20. Finger pointing: a common body language sign of authority. 21. Hands on hips: a common body language sign of readiness. 22: Hands in pockets: a common body language sign of mistrust/reluctance. 23. Frequent touch: a common body language sign of warmth/familiarity. 24. Throat-clearing: a common body language sign of rejection/doubt. 25: Jaw-clenching: a common body language sign of hostility. 26: Eye-rolling: a common body language sign of irritation. 27: Head-tilt: a common body language sign of interest. 28. Whistling: to emit high-pitched sound by forcing breath through a small hole between one’s lips or teeth; usually to a tune. 29. Humming: make a low, steady continuous sound like that of a bee; usually to a tune. 30. Perfectionism: refusal to accept any standard short of perfection. 31. Photographic memory: the ability to remember information or visual images in great detail. 32. Paranoia: a mental condition characterized by delusions of persecution, unwarranted jealousy, or exaggerated self-importance, typically worked into an organized system. 33. Exaggeration: a statement that represents something as better or worse than it really is. 34: Intuitive: using or based on what one feels to be true even without conscious reasoning; instinctive. 35: Quick-witted: showing or characterized by an ability to think or respond quickly and effectively. 36: Interrupting: breaking the continuity of a conversation with one’s own statements. 37: Doodling: to scribble or make rough drawings, absent-mindedly. 38: Irritable: having or showing a tendency to be easily annoyed. 39: Gambling: to play games of chance for money; bet. 40: Travel-sick: suffering from nausea caused by the motion of a moving vehicle, boat, or aircraft. 41: Sensitive: having or displaying a quick and delicate appreciation of others’ feelings. 42: Melancholy: a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause. 43: Chewing gum: the exercise of chewing flavoured gum which is not intended for swallowing. 44: Fidgeting: to make small movements, especially of the hands and feet, through nervousness or impatience. 45: Sceptical: not easily convinced; having doubts or reservations. 46: Neat-freak: compulsively obsessed with cleanliness. 47: Gossiping: divulging personal information about others. 48: Prim: feeling or showing disapproval of anything regarded as improper; stiffly correct. 49: Abbreviating: Giving others nicknames/shortening names/giving pet names. 50: Having a catchphrase: having a sentence or phrase typically associated with a specific person.

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Are you alright prof? 

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He snorts shaking his head, “Telly? Really? And there’s certainly more work and less drama than what shows tend to air, if that’s what you mean,”he suddenly pauses, “Well mostly in any case.”

“Not always. There’s just as much paperwork and going through files as there is anything else. It can be exciting though, finding your culprit and watching the pieces fall together as you corner them has it’s own thrill. Unfortunately, I haven’t really been able to do my job for a while now.”

An inspector for Scotland Yard, hence the accent. Sean felt his lips curve into a smile. Then he blushed. All the way to the tips of his ears. Shit. He cast his gaze off to the side. The problem with wearing gloves all the time was that he could feel them clingy to his clammy disgusting palms. Ugh.

“Wow. That sounds… I mean, is it as cool as the— as the telly makes it out to be?” His eyes flickered back to Alfendi for a brief moment before darting away once more. Haha, what an ass. “Or is it more paperwork and papercuts than actually putting your life on the line? I’m just wondering if it actually gets your blood pumping.”

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“Flattered? That seems like a first for mistaking someone’s identity, at least for my own experiences,” He commented, raising an eyebrow amusedly, “But it’s good to meet you too Sean, regardless of circumstances. I suppose in this sort of place, you can’t know too many people.” 

The name felt so familiar on his tongue though, Sean. Now this was going to bother him for the rest of the day. Were the people who’d brought him just messing with him now, giving him a sense of deja vu when there was no actual precedent? It was a sort of annoying phantom pain that itched more than ached. Something was supposed to be there but the file was empty, or missing.

Still, he let out a quiet but genuine laugh at the guess.

“No, but close, very close. I was actually an inspector for Scotland Yard. Some would say it’s good cop bad cop dynamic, but it runs deeper than that I think.” At least in his own case, but he wasn’t going to go there in this conversation, “You have to get on with the witnesses, be dedicated to solving each case, and things like that.” Al offered up a light shrug before resting his chin on his knuckle in a gesture of thought. The mental itch was back.

Alfendi’s first statement set Sean on edge, if only because it reminded him of his own situation. As far as he knew, amnesia did not make itself known in static and buzzing in the ear. Those scientists and their games, ugh.

Never mind the thoughts running through his head, Sean maintained a perfectly civil disposition and relaxed appearance. “Don’t worry about it. I’m actually kind of flattered.”

He grinned as Alfendi took his seat, allowing himself a laugh at the coffee remark. Was that going to be the crux of their antagonistic relationship? Nice.

“Sean Patterson. It’s nice to meet you, Alfendi.”

He eased back against his seat which barely managed to support whatever height wasn’t in his legs. “So what do you do? Before the city, I mean. You mentioned your ruthless and affable line of work. I want to guess kindergarten teacher.”

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“Eratz Abernathy? Ah, I was mistaken then. I am sorry; I had thought that perhaps we had met before during my previous stay in this city. Unfortunately, I don’t remember large parts of it, but my instincts hadn’t let me down so far... until now.”

Al rubs the back of his neck, sighing at his perceived mistake. At least this man isn’t acting like he had two heads for asking. He glances between Sean and the other seat as if asking for absolute confirmation, before sitting.

“Ruthless and affable? That combination is actually much more common than you think, at least in my line of work.” He smiles at his own little inside joke, “As for the tea, and ignoring the coffee comment, it’s clear that whatever they tried brewing with was quite past its shelf life.”

“My name is Alfendi Layton, by the way, since it’s obviously not Eratz.”

People only ever approached Sean to take photos for them on their vacations or to stop blocking the doorway. So when this gentleman approached him, his first instinct was to assume the man wanted something more from him and not in a good way.

Masking his suspicion behind a veneer of warm hospitality, he gestured for the fellow to have a seat across from him and bit back a chuckle. That was quite the question to open their conversation up with. From a certain angle, sure, the man looked vaguely familiar. It was something about his aura, the way he carried himself.

“I dunno about the two of us personally,” he began in a cautious tone, “But I did meet someone who you kind of remind me of…” Sean tapped his chin in thought. “An Ersatz Abernathy. Very affable man. Very ruthless as well— not that that part applies to you. I’m banking on quite the opposite really.”

He cocked his head to the other side. “Wait, what’s wrong with the tea? Aside from the fact that it isn’t coffee.”

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Al winces as he forces down another swig of whatever drink this diner was trying to pass off as hot tea. The mixed signals of deja vu felt maddening as he glanced around the diner, enough so that he actually finally decided to address one; a strange man who seems familiar that had just entered moments before.

“Ah, excuse me. I’m sorry for asking this out of the blue, but have we met before?” The inspector inquires after trying to catch the other’s attention, “And if I’m wrong then take this warning as my apology: don’t order the hot tea here. It’s horrendous.”

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The inspector’s caught a little off guard by the hug, but he slowly returns it. It felt familiar. Did they do this often before during his first stay? In any case his soft spot certainly remains, and he gently pats her on the head with a warm smile.

“It’s good to see you too, Flora. You’ve been dragged back here as well? I just found myself in this place again not too long ago; though... I’m having trouble recalling things from my first visit. I’m afraid I can’t be much help in guiding you or even agreeing about how much has changed.”

“But back to my earlier question,” he reminds her, pulling away just a tad from the hug, “What were you doing? Did you lose something on the ground?”

She’d seen the Professor do this many times, there would be no spot in Hive-City untapped until she’d gotten every single little hint c—

“Ah -!”

Her search is cut short, concentration chased off by a familiar voice calling her name. She pushes herself up immediately, jaw slightly agape as she brushes off her dress. Soon everything clicks, however, and her face brightens with a warm smile. “Oh, Al! It’s you!” Considerably relieved to already have found someone she knows, Flora doesn’t think twice as she steps forward and wraps the man in a hug. 

“Boy, am I glad to see you! I got caught up in this mess again and everything’s so different.”

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Even with his own memories of Hive city in a daze, Alfendi can still recognize his own sister... even when she’s younger than she’s supposed to be. Again.

Al spots her searching close to the ground thoroughly for something,and apparently poking other people’s shoes. Oh dear, that couldn’t be sanitary. He sighs, before cautiously approaching his smaller sibling. A poke is aimed at his shoe and he clears his throat, hoping to grab her attention.

“Flora.... What on earth are you doing?”

Oh, dear. So we’ve found ourselves in this place again, have we?

“…”

Worst of all, it’s hardly recognizable. Strange what a year’s time can do to a place. Well, standing around doing nothing can only entertain a girl for so long. She’s soon to take the first tentative steps back into Hive City, poking and prodding everywhere she can.

“Ah, if I could just find a hint coin, th-then maybe…!”

Flora, one shouldn’t go around touching other peoples’ shoes, no matter how desperate the times are.

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So he was probably looking at some sort of alien, or a person in a suit. At the rate his life had been going so far, Alfendi was willing to believe either. Still, his curiosity was piqued enough to approach them.

"Ah excuse me, but.. do you know your way around this sector? It's... been awhile since I've been here."

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two for me two for al

1. my middle name is health problems

2. no i'm lying it's elizabeth

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1. He is actually a little sensitive about his nose size. I think realistically it's be smaller and more proportioned, but still noticeable. He got called 'nose' or 'the nose' a lot when he was younger.

2. He has a mild shellfish allergy.

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a fact about me

Uhh since this can be muse or mun let’s go with muse.

Al doesn’t cook. His main teacher would’ve been Flora. That’s not a good thing. Besides he’s already canonically stated that cooking for yourself is inefficient compared to take out or delivery… of course that was Placid. Maybe Potty’s healthier. Who knows?

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a CHILDHOOD headcanon.

Al was sometimes a difficult child to raise. His father was also busy and famous, but showered him with love when he had the chance. Still Al didn't grow up to be as 'gentlemanly' as his father by a long shot, and his interest in morbid deaths and solving murders ended up causing his father several concerns.

There was a little rift between them before the incident and it hasn't closed much lately either. There's a lot of things unsaid or assumed by both father and son. They love each other and trust is there but.... it can get really strained very quickly.

Really really quickly. Especially with Potty.

a HAPPINESS headcanon.

He loves solving murders. Enjoying soem nice tea on a cold day is nice too. He also loves letting suspects think they've won before cordially and very politely shooting holes through all of their false statements and watching them squirm.

and that's the nice one.

Potty likes solving murders too but he likes figuring out how murderers think even more, and one could say he relishes cornering them even more than placid. He's much more aggressive about it though. He also like showing idiots who think they're incapable of being wrong about how dull-witted they really are.

You can see where the above rift comes from now right?

an ANGER headcanon.

Placid goes cold and cutting, but since anger and losing his temper is something that allows Potty to take over, most people don't see it too often.

Potty is raw, unchecked, bitterness fueled rage when he gets mad. He is about instincts and threats. It's very possible he would cut out your tongue if provoked that far, even with his ah 'moral code'.

Placid tries to step in and reign it all back under control before it gets that far though.