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"Echoes of the past"

The first time Jonas got drunk he'd just turned eleven years old.

He really didn't remember the specifics of the occasion although with it being close around his birthday, it stood to reason that it was a holiday soiree of some kind with relatives and friends. His mother had gotten the brilliant idea of dressing him up in a little suit and tie and putting him at the wet bar serving drinks for guests. He got many compliments about what a cute little bartender he was and it was relatively low pressure: the drinks were already there for him to give to whoever came up to the counter, all he had to do was give them a big bright fake smile and hand them a glass of wine or champagne or a tumbler with a festive holiday cocktail in it.

It had been going fine until That happened.

" ...ahaha I dunno I don't trus' a bartend'r that won' drink his own drinks! " Some obnoxious older relative, whoever he was: uncle, cousin or what have you, decided to be funny and stuck a glass of dark red wine in Jonas's face. " C'mon boy drink up! "

" Ohhh Will, shushhh, he's a child. I'm so sorry, Bea, let me get him over to the couch..." This had been addressed to Jonas's mother who had just happened to sweep by to check and see if the drinks needed to be replenished.

" Ahhhhh m'fine! I was younger'n him when I had m'firs' drink. Go on boy, it'll make y'taller. Put hair on y'r chest! "

Jonas's mother, with her fixed smile cut her beautiful eyes over at her son being offered the drink.

" Ohhhh Will's right ahaha. A glass or two won't hurt! Go ahead Jonas, baby, drink the nice glass, make him happy..."

Jonas stared at the glass being offered to him. He stared up at his mother. His mouth thinned.

" Jonas..." An edge had crept in her voice though the smile remained. " Did you hear what Mommy said? Take the nice drink and stop being silly. It's just like grape juice, sweetheart! "

Jonas, the sacrificial lamb to his mother's social ambitions reached out, took the glass offered to him and downed it hastily. It tasted sickly sweet in his mouth, like rotten grapes, the alcoholic fumes invading his sinuses. He choked and sputtered a bit but he drank the whole glass.

" Therrrr y'go, boy! Now y'r a prop'r man! " He got a congratulatory slap on the back and an approving smile from his mother.

In the space of another hour, he'd be convinced to try a flute of champagne. Then after that one of the cocktails, all under the subtle persuasion of his domineering mother. He'd not been able to finish the cocktail, the liquor in it burned the back of his throat. His mother had been nearby chatting lightly away to another cluster of relatives as he climbed unsteadily off of his stool behind the counter and stumbled out.

His head felt woozy, his vision had doubled, his arms and legs felt loose and disconnected from the rest of him. The lights were too bright, the festive music sounded as though he had his head underwater. He wasn't exactly sure where he wanted to go, though he had a vague idea of heading out to the patio. He bumped into someone and grabbed onto their fancy dress, trying to keep himself from falling over.

" Oh! " said a surprised older woman's voice. " Oh you're...oh you're Bea's little boy! Goodness. Are you alright? "

He looked up, blinking his brown eyes in tipsy confusion. Then without warning he threw up all over her.

Things became a bit of a blur after that. He somehow ended up in the bathroom with his head in the toliet, puking his guts out and feeling miserable with his mother hissing and sputtering at him, how HOW could he embarrass her like that and all over Great Aunt Dottie's expensive Emporio Armani shoes, honestly, HONESTLY? She'd never live this down! Why hadn't Jonas been thinking about Mommy's feelings for God's sake! She'd never get him in Aunt Dottie's will now, ugh! And he'd absolutely ruined his nice little outfit she dressed him in!

" I-I'm s-sorrRRULP! " He couldn't even get a decent apology out.

" You'll just have to stay in here until the party's done I suppose. Honestly, Jonas! You weren't thinking at ALL. Mommy can't trust you to do anything right, silly boy. Well, I still love you even if you did nearly ruin Mommy's nice party. "

Jonas got a little pat on his head and a long-suffering sigh. " You REALLY shouldn't have tried those drinks, what WERE you thinking? I know you were curious but they're not juice, sweetheart! You should learn to say no, tch..."

Already she was putting her own spin on what had happened, twisting the facts to leave her reputation flawless and her involvement non-existent. In her mind she was not at fault! Oh she NEVER was.

In a bit she'd sauntered out of the bathroom to attempt to smooth things over back at the party, leaving poor Jonas lying down on the bathroom rug, head spinning and severely nauseated, convinced that everything that had happened was in fact his fault and his alone. He really should have been more considerate of his mother...

His first experience with alcohol had been miserable and humiliating. Unfortunately it wouldn't be his last one...

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Echoes of the past (that way you can do one for each if you want :3)

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Another time, another place.

Evening sun passes through the stained glass windows above his head, patches of red and yellow scattering themselves across the stairwell landing. The older boy's sneer curls across his lip as he looks down at him. He in turn looks back up, amber eyes cold and unblinking.

He's just turned thirteen

" Move out of my way, toad..." says the older boy. He's seventeen, older, larger and stronger. Anyone else would have moved.

" Make me, " he replies evenly.

That comment gets him a vicious strike right in the face as he's pushed aside into the wall. His nose and lip is bleeding. He can smell the iron, taste it. He lifts his head and continues to stare with those cold amber eyes.

" You catarrh-vomiting dog, " The words drip venomously from his blood-smeared mouth. " You and those shite-brained white-livered friends of yours. You drove him to that. "

The older boy stops in his tracks. He turns around and an ugly grin crosses his face.

" Ohhhh wait. You're the friend of that soft boy right? The fat one who tried to hang himself? " he chuckles walking back to him. " You were the one they found bawling like a cow trying to hold his legs up to save him. Aren't you a grand hero, now? "

He leans down a little closer. " They've gone and tossed him in the nutter's palace, haven't they? For trying to off himself. Reckon he'll try it again? Hah-hah...ULKKK!"

His hand had grabbed his tie and in a flash twisted it up tighter and tighter against his throat with increasing viciousness, relishing watching the older boy's eyes bulge out as he slapped and clawed at his hands.

A cruel smile crossed his youthful face.

In another quick moment, his heel hooked around the other boy's ankle and with a savage yank on the tie, he slung him around and down the stone stairs behind him, tearing his tie from his neck with a contemptuous flourish. The sound of his skull cracking against the stone was satisfying indeed.

He stood at the top of the stairs, watching the red spreading out over the steps, the sun shining red and yellow across the lifeless body sprawled there. He held up the tie.

His amber eyes were cold and indifferent.

" No hero..." he hissed. He flicked the tie away.

He was thirteen. He'd just killed someone for the first time in his life. It wouldn’t be the last.

No hero. He was an irredeemable monster...

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"Echoes of the past"

" Well little mister Copperhart what are you doing hiding in there? "

The doors of the kitchen cabinet open a little and her smiling gentle face peers in. The space under the cabinet is perfect for a shy little five year old Jonas to hide and in fact is frequently where someone might find him.

He has his hands over his eyes and he's scrunched up in the corner. Six of his ten fingernails currently have sparkly purple nail polish on it. There's a long silence and then a little whisper emerges: " Gwin's mad at me for using her nail polish..."

She sighs and kneels down, opening the cabinet door a little further. " Oh? "

He nods.

" Is it because she told you boys don't wear nail polish? "

Another little nod.

" Well your big sister doesn't know everything even if she thinks she does. I think the nail polish looks very nice, " she says warmly.

There's a long silence. Then there's a little "thank you..."

" Next week when I go grocery shopping do you want me to get you some nail polish? " she asks.

He nods.

" What color? "

His hands move away from his eyes finally and he wraps his arms around his legs as he thinks. " I like purple. " he finally says.

" I'll get you some then! " She disappears for a bit and then comes back once more, kneeling down and opening up the cabinet doors. A plate with a grilled cheese sandwich is slid over to him.

" Haven't had lunch yet, right? You can hide there until Gwin calms down ok? I won't tell anyone..."

He nods and she leaves the cabinet doors open just a bit to give him some light while she goes to work getting things together for the luncheon.

The grilled cheese sandwich is the best thing he's ever tasted...

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Echoes of the past

(Doesn't have to be considered canon, unless you want it to be!)

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((Eh I like weird unexplainable shit in rps it can be as canon as you want it to be! If you feel inspired to reply to it too go ahead! ))

Seven year old Jonas sat, hugging his legs to himself and staring up at the magician as she performed. Among all the children there, he was the only one wearing the most serious and intense expression of concentration on his face.

After the performance, the children scattered throughout the birthday party, laughing and chattering and leaving Jonas alone. He had by this time moved quietly to the side of the stage, watching her with his big brown eyes.

She noticed him there as she was putting away her materials, smiled and turned to him. " Hi cutie. What's your name? "

The brown eyes looked quickly to the side. " Jonas. " he whispered.

" Oh hi! You're the birthday boy! Why aren't you out there playing with your friends? " she asked as she sat down on the side of the stage.

Jonas was quiet and then gave a little half-shrug. Their moms were friends of his mom. He didn't know the children themselves. " I wanted to stay here, " he said after a moment.

The magician lady was very pretty. He liked her smile, her sequined outfit and top hat but most of all he liked her tricks. They were amazing and he wanted to know how to do them but he was too shy to ask her.

" Oh! You want me to show you a trick? " she asked gently. She took out a deck of cards.

He nodded very quickly, his brown eyes looking down at the cards.

" Ok I'm gonna tell you a story about four families that went to Las Vegas for a vacation! That's where I live! " she said with that big beautiful smile. She began laying out the cards. " So there were four families and in each family they had a mommy, a daddy, a brother and a sister. "

In four piles she laid out each a queen, a king, a jack and an ace as she told her story and Jonas listened, watching the cards with the same serious concentration he'd given to her performance. He watched her lay down and pick up the cards with interest until finally she had all four stacks out again, turned face down.

"...And you'll never believe it! " she concluded and began turning over the cards. " In the morning, here were all the daddies, the mommies, the sisters and the brothers in the same rooms! How silly was that? " She turned over each set of cards in turn, revealing four kings, four queens, four jacks and four aces all together.

Jonas's eyes widened. He looked up at her. " Can...can I do something like that? " he asked.

" Mmm let me see your hands, " she replied with a twinkle in her eyes. She took his little hands and turned them over, looking closely at them. Then she smiled and nodded.

" Oh mmhmm. Yep. Don't tell anyone but..you have a magician's hands, " she whispered. " Just keep practicing ok? "

" Ok..." he whispered back, smiling to himself. Then out of nowhere a hand shot out and grabbed his hand, pulling him up.

" Jonas! Where have you been? Will you come on I've been looking everywhere for you! UGH hurry up you're embarrassing mommy in front of her nice friends and mommy paid a lot for this birthday party..."

He shrunk back from the words, closing one eye as he was dragged off.

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Jonas had come up beside him about to ask which kind of soft drink he might like since he'd be more than happy to buy it for him. " Oh hm? " he asked, inclining his head as Artair asked his questions. " Guy in a coat what...?" He glanced up at Artair's face, his gaze following where he was looking and for a hair-raising second he almost did make it obvious before common sense and instincts kicked in and he caught himself.

He turned himself around a bit and stood beside Artair, his entire body going still as stone but his eyes darting in the direction Artair indicated to get a better look at the man.

His good mood vanished in an instant.

A sick cold feeling welled up in the pit of his stomach. His heart started hammering in his chest and ice crept into his veins.

Jonas had been getting to know Artair better over these few months. While he felt considerably comfortable with him at this point there were still aspects of his life he hadn’t brought up around Artair. One of those being his dating experiences in general. But in particular, the more darker ones.

He hadn’t had ALL bad experiences, truth be told. With the majority of his exes, things simply hadn’t worked out for whatever reasons and some he actually remained on good terms with. But there'd been a few experiences that had left lasting damage, a vicious ex or two, narrow escapes. He was no stranger to creeps or stalkers.

This guy Artair had pointed out...it bothered Jonas that he in fact DID seem familiar. The little redhead racked his brain trying to remember exactly how or why that was the case but he just kept drawing a blank except for a very vague memory of this guy possibly asking him for a light for his cigarette?

" Maybe..." he mumbled, rubbing his arms which had started erupting in goosebumps. " I'm not...not sure? Probably just some creep or something. " He hated knowing his shit memory couldn't be relied on to tell him anything about this stranger. He could be a random stalker he'd never met before or an obsessive creep he'd made the mistake of hooking up with once, who knew?

On impulse he took Artair's hand, twining his fingers tightly with his. His hand was trembling and the deep shame and distaste at his own cowardice twisted his mouth briefly as he stared down at the floor. " Maybe...maybe if we j-just...ignore him...he'll go away..." he muttered under his breath. The sick icy fear continued to grow steadily and his mind had started filling up with ugly memories...

And Jonas of course...remained happily clueless about the entire situation. Artair was listening to his ramblings, chiming into the conversation at the appropriate times and at some point had even draped his arm over his shoulder and honestly at no point yet had Jonas felt even a inkling of unease or worry because why would he? Artair was there right alongside him, it felt great. His head even had a bit of a pleasant buzz to it, weird how close exhaustion and being a bit tipsy felt? He hadn't even had a second's thought or hesitation either about just bumping in close to Artair's side and run an arm comfortably around his back to hook a few fingers into the far left pocket of Artair's jacket and let his hand dangle there. Felt like the most natural thing in the world.

" I don' think it'll be much of a thingy...issue you know? " he rambled on, as Artair subtly guided them both into a different direction. Again not something Jonas took particular notice of. He gestured again with his free hand making idle little rolls in the air as he talked on. " I mean, Jim knew I came in there only on a temporary basis...he's Jim...the boss guy you know, he's pretty uh...something uh...chill, yeah that's the word. Chill about things! Even if he wasn't well fuck that. I'd think that, y'know? But pffft c'mon hey don't worry, you worry too much? It's good look hey, hey you know what I'll call him later tonight and just let him know an' take this time then ok? Pretty sure I got enough t'cover things until the actual gig starts..."

Behind them the neon-soaked street remained empty for a few minutes, save for a few tourists passing by. Then once again, the strange man came into view, continuing to keep his pace slow, casual and distant.

There was no doubt about it. He WAS following them. He was being savvy enough about it that someone ordinarily might not take much notice or pay it any heed. Certainly not if it had been Jonas all by himself.

This guy whatever his intentions though, certainly hadn't accounted for Artair.

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And Jonas of course...remained happily clueless about the entire situation. Artair was listening to his ramblings, chiming into the conversation at the appropriate times and at some point had even draped his arm over his shoulder and honestly at no point yet had Jonas felt even a inkling of unease or worry because why would he? Artair was there right alongside him, it felt great. His head even had a bit of a pleasant buzz to it, weird how close exhaustion and being a bit tipsy felt? He hadn't even had a second's thought or hesitation either about just bumping in close to Artair's side and run an arm comfortably around his back to hook a few fingers into the far left pocket of Artair's jacket and let his hand dangle there. Felt like the most natural thing in the world.

" I don' think it'll be much of a thingy...issue you know? " he rambled on, as Artair subtly guided them both into a different direction. Again not something Jonas took particular notice of. He gestured again with his free hand making idle little rolls in the air as he talked on. " I mean, Jim knew I came in there only on a temporary basis...he's Jim...the boss guy you know, he's pretty uh...something uh...chill, yeah that's the word. Chill about things! Even if he wasn't well fuck that. I'd think that, y'know? But pffft c'mon hey don't worry, you worry too much? It's good look hey, hey you know what I'll call him later tonight and just let him know an' take this time then ok? Pretty sure I got enough t'cover things until the actual gig starts..."

Behind them the neon-soaked street remained empty for a few minutes, save for a few tourists passing by. Then once again, the strange man came into view, continuing to keep his pace slow, casual and distant.

There was no doubt about it. He WAS following them. He was being savvy enough about it that someone ordinarily might not take much notice or pay it any heed. Certainly not if it had been Jonas all by himself.

This guy whatever his intentions though, certainly hadn't accounted for Artair.

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Jonas's bartending shift at the Lucky Horseshoe casino had finally come to an end and he'd been a little surprised to run into Artair as he ventured out into the odd in-between hour of late night and early morning. The nightlife of Vegas was of course still in full swing.

Jonas had downed a couple of espressos earlier but it was clear working very long back-to-back shifts had gotten to him. He looked tired and was definitely being more rambly than usual. However he insisted he felt ok enough to walk back to the Four Queens rather than take a cab. As they walked down the block, he chattered away to Artair, occasionally pinching the bridge of his nose to ward off the weariness.

"...and holy fuck I was glad I called back because-because if I hadn't that opportunity would've sailed-pwish! " His hand smacked across the palm of his other hand as he gestured outwardly. " But...but yeah uh that's the basis of it, the thing, you know and it's guaranteed for at least uh...uhhh six months I think I just gotta give 'em a razzle and a dazzle for the nightly show in the lounge but-but I got time annnnd some ideas. And it'll start in another week'r so...just gotta give the head's up to my current boss tomorrow...y'know? "

He glanced over at Artair and shot him a quick little smile. " Finally get a little fuckin' rest maybe hey? "

Behind them both at what he hoped,no doubt, was a unnoticeable distance, the tall stranger dropped his cigarette on the ground and ground it out. Eyes steadily watching that redhead, he continued to unobtrusively follow along as he had been doing since Jonas had left out of casino bar earlier.

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Jonas rubbed the back of his neck. " Eheh yeaaaah I know that wouldn't happen to you of all people but well. I dunno shit like that kinda rubs me wrong? I mean, you're my friend Doom I can be worried about you even if I know you can take care of yourself. "

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Doom scoffs and rolls her eyes - not at Jonas, but at the situation.

"He's our newest thorn in my side, and unfortunately we're stuck with him because he's sort of... stuck in the Office with the rest of us now," she says, scoffing again.

"But don't worry about it, I can take care of him. He's just an idiot with a big head... which makes it a lot easier to cut off, ehehehehe. Seriously, though, don't worry about him, he'll get bored and knock it off soon enough. Until then, he'll just keep embarrassing himself, the dumb shit. Why, what do you think he can do? Kill me?"

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" Ah yeah I know right? Way more used to cities, " he remarked, giving her a wide smile as he continued digging around. "I know I have it here somewhe...ah fuck..."

He stared down at his own finger poking through a large hole in the pocket of his jacket where no doubt he'd stuck that pass card. " FuuuuUUUUCkkk..." he groaned. Now he was really in the shit. " Ugh. " He rubbed his face in frustration.

" I'm sorry, " he apologized quickly. " God, I haven't even introduced myself either. I'm Jonas. Jonas Copperhart. And I am a VERY dumb American who speaks bad Japanese, doing some temp work while I stay at a casino-hotel thingy I can't remember the name of. Anyways, nice to meet you and what do they call you? "

Naoto typically let tourists or those who clearly weren’t accustomed to speaking Japanese try. It was part of a learning experience for some, so who was she to ruin their moment? In this case however, the man was clearly struggling, so she decided it was best to step in before he embarrassed himself further.

From the sounds of things, he was searching for a place. At this hour, it had to be where he was staying or somewhere where the nightlife burned brightest in the night. Regardless, she was patient and waited for him to get his items in order. Impatient detectives never went very far in their careers.

“It’s a good thing you happen to be staying in the city,” she started. “If you were in the country, it could be even more difficult to get around.”

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"Just ignore the egomaniacal twat, Jonas. Eventually he'll explode, and that's much more entertaining than anything he can come up with on his own."

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Jonas shuddered. " That uh that's really disturbing behavior on his part to be honest, Doom, who IS this guy anyways? " he said, extreme distaste twisting his mouth as he tucked his hands up under his arms. " Will you be ok? "

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Jonas's bartending shift at the Lucky Horseshoe casino had finally come to an end and he'd been a little surprised to run into Artair as he ventured out into the odd in-between hour of late night and early morning. The nightlife of Vegas was of course still in full swing.

Jonas had downed a couple of espressos earlier but it was clear working very long back-to-back shifts had gotten to him. He looked tired and was definitely being more rambly than usual. However he insisted he felt ok enough to walk back to the Four Queens rather than take a cab. As they walked down the block, he chattered away to Artair, occasionally pinching the bridge of his nose to ward off the weariness.

"...and holy fuck I was glad I called back because-because if I hadn't that opportunity would've sailed-pwish! " His hand smacked across the palm of his other hand as he gestured outwardly. " But...but yeah uh that's the basis of it, the thing, you know and it's guaranteed for at least uh...uhhh six months I think I just gotta give 'em a razzle and a dazzle for the nightly show in the lounge but-but I got time annnnd some ideas. And it'll start in another week'r so...just gotta give the head's up to my current boss tomorrow...y'know? "

He glanced over at Artair and shot him a quick little smile. " Finally get a little fuckin' rest maybe hey? "

Behind them both at what he hoped,no doubt, was a unnoticeable distance, the tall stranger dropped his cigarette on the ground and ground it out. Eyes steadily watching that redhead, he continued to unobtrusively follow along as he had been doing since Jonas had left out of casino bar earlier.

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" Christ..." That's fucking alarming. " James...James my guy if you were doing that with anyone but Doom, they'd slap a restraining order on you, I'm serious. You gotta stop that, man..."

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Jonas made one of his very surprised but very pleased keysmash noises "Pfggth!" and clapped his hand over his red face because he'd maybe expected Etienne to say 'please' with some smooth little flirty comment but Etienne just hams up the begging in a way that is RIDICULOUSLY adorable.

" I didn't..ehehee..expect...ehHEEhesnrk...that! " he finally spluttered out between giggles and a snort. " Stooopppp stop I'll do it ehHEEHeehee! "He took a minute to compose himself and then leaned down, cupping Etienne's handsome face in his hands and giving him a quick affectionate kiss.

" Dress me up and make me pretty, sweet boy, " he said. He also couldn't resist a cheeky glance downwards and taps Etienne on his nose. " Caaaaalm down, I can tell you're very excited about it! But I don't want you to get too distracted before I get my turn. I know it's ehehe hard but I'll make it alllll worth your while when we're finished, I promise..."

" Ohhhhh alright, won't say it again just because you asked so nice, " Jonas said with a little smirk. He made a mental note to definitely tease all the details of anything else Etienne might have in mind to get himself completely on the naughty list and maybe even convince him to try some out. Etienne also got some extremely pleased little hums from the kisses and a surprised squeak from the nibble.

The adorable snort...it was so unexpected! As much as he loved Etienne with all his cool confidence and airs of smooth self-assurance, getting to see these little bits of more personality hiding underneath...ugh he loved it? And he craved more.

Then Etienne mentioned the corset and while Jonas really does try to contain his excitement it's hard not to because being dressed up for the pleasure of his sweet Etienne? Oh yes please! He turned his head, smiling up at him.

" Ohhhhh what wait nooooo wait...did you just say beg? Reallllyyyy? " he remarked, barely able to keep himself from giggling with delight. He stepped a little closer, taking Etienne's hands and rubbing his thumbs over his knuckles before he stood up on his tiptoes to whisper to Etienne. " Oohhh I miiiiiight like a little begging ehehe. Tell me how much you'd like me to be your little dress-up doll, how much you'd like to paint up my cute little face? Gotta convince me, you knooowww..."

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♬ : Does your muse sing well? Regardless of whether they sing well or not, do they enjoy singing?

" I uhm....I don't know if I do or not. I probably don't..." Jonas admits sheepishly. " But yeah I like singing along with songs sometimes. Or my eighties playlist I uh...I don't really...sing around other people though. I wouldn't do that to their ears ehehe..."

((The truth of the matter is that he's got a fairly pleasant singing voice but nothing very outstanding. It is however cute and funny as hell to catch him singing because he will completely get into it especially the eighties songs lol))

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He’s gonna doodle some spades and hearts on Jonas’ bare shoulder, designing them in a way that might make them look like a sloppy tattoo. “Yer th’ Jack’f all trades!”

Jonas turns his head around trying his best to see what Butch is drawing on his shoulder. When Butch is finished, it takes a bit of looking in a hand mirror to see it properly. A wide grin crosses his face and he chuckles at the joke.

" God you got that right ehehe! It's cuuuute, I love it, Butch. You can draw all over me anytime you want to. Might I add ANYWHERE you want to, cowboy? " he adds with a little smirk and a wink. " You know it's weird all this time in Vegas I haven't ever done one of the most vegas things ever: get shit faced and have a tattoo done on me? I'm surprised it hasn't happened yet... "

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☂  : Does your muse like rain?

" Hmmm, depends I guess. Not really crazy about loud violent storms they kind of put me on edge. Rain and overcast days make me really drowsy so on a rainy day if I can curl up somewhere cozy and sleep, I'd enjoy that. I don't know I'd purposefully go outside in the rain to run around and play? Maybe if a friend convinced me to try it. Running through the rain getting soaked is kind of exciting, just a pain dealing with soggy, wet clothes afterwards eheh..."