#[ ᴠ } ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴ ᴛᴏᴡɴ.;; [ South Park ]

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@nurturing-starlight        sent:

    ❝    ❛  oh god. please tell me you haven’t just heard me talk to myself.  ❜ { @ pocket if that's okay! }    ❞

From ;; 🐝  *  ―  𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.

        The demon blinked, turning his head slightly down towards the woman when he heard himself being directly spoken to.

It would be a lie to claim that he hadn't heard her talking to herself but it would also spare her the potential embarrassment such honesty could cause. Not to mention it was rather impolite to listen to what someone else was saying, even if it was out loud to themself and couldn't help but be overheard.

        “ I am rather afraid I have, miss. ” He'd come to answer, deciding on going with honesty.

“ But you haven't a need to fret about what I've overheard! I do pass no judgement on such a thing after all nor am I much the type to gossip about things I've overheard in passing from a stranger. ”

        It wasn't like he could exactly even properly gossip about it or judge for it anyways, even in a context where he truly did wish to he couldn't. He had very little context on her speaking to herself. He didn't even truly know what exactly the self chatter was about. Besides the bits he'd previously heard, of course.

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        Mole stared at her for a long few moments after she'd stated twice that it's her problem, she should deal with it herself, that she had to do it herself, and so on. He had to assume she really could eventually handle this herself, like she claimed, but in his opinion taking care of herself would be handling this as soon as possible. To him it was better to get her out of Nimue's house as fast and as soon as possible. This needed to be handled now in his opinion due to how obviously it caused her distress and she deserved to be comfortable in her own home.

        “ You are not azking me. ” He stated rather firmly because she wasn't asking him. He was offering his help or, well, more like thrusting it upon her now. He'd already decided he was helping and Mole was far from the type to just give up on something once he'd already decided on it, even with her stating she should deal with her herself and how she had to deal with it herself.

Which, honestly, hearing her say she had to deal with it herself while stating it wouldn't be right to ask for his help was agitating. He didn't like the fact Nimue felt as if she had to deal with this issue herself and couldn't ask for help, that it wouldn't be okay to ask for his help, but it wasn't agitation at her. Rather just agitation in wondering what caused her to feel that away. Was it due to this family member? He would assume a hard maybe based off how she spoke about this family member.

        “ I offered you my help and now I will be giving it to you. No azking done. ” He stated once more before giving a gesture with his hand that was free of the cigarette. “ Now come on if you want. ”

And, with that, Mole began walking in the direction of Nimue's home without any hesitation. He'd decided what he was doing now and he planned to stick with it. He was going to make this person leave her home, by their own free will or forced by his hand. He wasn't going to put up with her staying in Nimue's home any longer, especially with how Nimue was being treated. He was firm in belief she shouldn't be treated such a way in general but she definitely should not be treated like that in her own home. It was wrong and this all just pissed him off immensely.

She almost responds with another apology, but stops herself immediately. It was a habit she struggled with, apologizing so much, and as tempted as she was to apologize again, she kept quiet this time. As for how it's said, she expects this of him honestly, he's always carried himself a certain way. So whenever he's harsh sounding, she just chalks it up to him being him, and thankfully that eases her worries a bit. At least with him.

At his suggestion of making her leave, Nimue freezes up. She can't ask him to do that, ask him to deal with her sister. Not that she didn't think he could, but rather her not wanting him to deal with Ratih. She knows the moment her sister sees him, Ratih will throw a ton of insults at him and he'll just be a new target for her sister to mess with. 

"No that's... alright. It's my problem and I should deal with her. I can't.. ask you to deal with it, it wouldn't be right." It doesn't feel right. It feels like she's having to rely on someone else and the thought scares her a little bit. It's one step closer of being too much for someone, and she doesn't want that. She needs to handle this on her own. 

She doesn't doubt Mole can handle it though, she's seen how he can be. She'd wager he'd even drag her sister out if he wanted. But it all came right back around to not wanting to ask for help. Her mindset of having to take care of herself stopped her from asking for help. She couldn't rely on people, it wasn't fair to them.. and to her, it wasn't fair to Mole either even though he had offered without her directly asking for help.

"Like I said, I'll deal with it myself. I just need some time.. I have to take care of myself, I have to..."

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@angelicgentleman || continued from [ x ]

        After everything that had happened in both of their own lives Herbert couldn't help but be glad his dearest friend was alright. Especially after more recent events that had transpired. But! Those were not the major concern as of now, even if his appreciation for the other being okay had been voiced. Rather, the major concern — well, not quite concern — was the fact Pip had invited him for tea.

Really, he did figure he ought to have invited Pip over before the blonde had managed to invite him over first. It would have been polite to. However... doing such a thing was rather difficult when you didn't exactly have yourself settled which Herbert certainly hadn't settled himself into the town yet. So, he figured he'd just have to get to doing so once he was to make up for it.

        “ I do believe I would, if you wouldn't mind. ” He responded to the offer made first, offering up a smile of his own to his friend as his head tilted forward slightly to more properly look at Pip.

It was a bit of an awkward thing, the lifting or tilting of one's head they had to do to look at one another. It did make him consider perhaps they've ought to sit more often when making conversation with one another. And perhaps he'd suggest doing so if this conversation carried on for too much longer whilst they stood.

        “ But I suppose I'm rather glad we're both okay then... and the fact we're both glad for that. Not that I doubt either of us would be. ” A light chuckle was given by him before a pause was taken. He took a moment to consider his next words as he didn't wish to ruin any sort of pleasant mood this interaction could carry by voicing too much worry.

“ ...Though, I do find that I must admit, I was rather concerned about this place when coming to it. The town I mean, not your home here as it's really quite pleasant. ” He said, giving a shake of his head as if to prevent himself from going off and rambling. He also did this to prevent himself from voicing more of this concern for the moment. His main concern wasn't even with the town itself. It was of Pip and the town instead, but he hardly wished to sound as if he didn't believe the blonde couldn't handle himself.

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@angelicgentleman // continued from [ x ]

       Letting go of things wasn’t something Mole was necessarily good at. Sure, with petty or stupid fights like this he might ‘ let them go ’ by deciding to not waste his time with it. By choosing to just not show up and leave the person standing around, waiting for a fight, probably making them look stupid in process. But this ended up being different. The reason why he couldn’t really explain outside of being pissed off by this fucker.

        There was no hesitation from him on starting the fight, to be the one to throw the first punch. He was inherently violent, in a sense, so it came natural to him. Fighting was apart of life for him, it basically always had been in some sense. Probably always would be too.

With the lack of hesitation to throw the first punch also came the satisfaction of actually feeling his fist connect with the Brit. It was a satisfaction that was briefly lived though, as it evidently didn’t take long for his current opponent to hit back once he started things.

        There was a moment of uncomfortable recoil during the initial moments he was hit back, in the stomach. Apparently he had underestimated his opponent’s own strength when agreeing to this fight but fighting someone new was usually a learning experience. That would be a mistake he’d try to avoid making again, if he could think to during this scuffle.

He didn’t allow himself to linger on the pain for very long. It was a fight after all, you couldn’t just stop mid-fight.

        There was no ‘ politeness ’ to how Mole fought. No concern for who he fought, no real rules, nothing like that. The only goal for him ever was to win. Usually he had to win, most fights he was in would probably cost him his life again if he lost, so winning was always the goal.

        He didn’t leave Pip waiting long for him to hit back, hand promptly balling into a fist once more before he threw it towards Pip face. He didn’t aim at the face the first time, he had mostly been seeking to just throw the first punch and start the fight the first time, but he absolutely would the second time.

He’d aimed for the face without hesitation. He’d primarily aimed to hit Pip around the side of his face from how he’d thrown the punch. But, really, he didn’t care if he hit ‘ exactly ’ where he’d aimed. He just cared if the hit connected.

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@friendscfmine        sent ;;

        “  (friendscfmine) Stan: “on a scale of one to ten, how do you feel about nachos right now?” (for gary) ”

From ;; Unprompted Ask // Always accepting

        Things had grown a bit quiet between them at the moment; Not to say that Gary minded. He was just glad to have eventually ended up here, hanging out with Stan again. He actually did like having Stan as a friend before after all so it was nice to be here, hanging out with him again, even if their initial friendship hadn't ended the best. But stuff like what had happened was better to forgive in his opinion — But that was beside the point currently.

        Upon hearing the question from Stan, his gaze turned to the other boy. He seemed to take a brief moment to think over the question, to figure out what number of the given scale would fit best on his opinion about nachos at the given moment.

        “ Right now? I'd probably say it's at a six for me. ” He came to answer.

He didn't really have any strong opinions on nachos; They weren't something he typically ate all that often. However, he just generally didn't mind having some since he assumed the question was even asked in the first place due to Stan considering getting some.

        “ But I wouldn't mind some if you were going to get some. ” He added with a brief smile, feeling a need to add it since the number he gave wasn't exactly all that high. It was just a tad more positive than neutral after all.

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        Really, Gregory was attempting to not be irritated with Tweek when he spoke. At least, he was trying not to sound it as he wasn't quite annoyed with the other blonde. Not quite yet since he did feel bad for Tweek, perhaps pity for whatever was making him act like he was. But he had to assume he'd failed in that with how his words had been flinched at, assuming they came out harsher than he meant them to, but he couldn't do much about it now.

        “ Of course. ” He replied when thanked for reminding the other, saying it with more thought towards how he sounded. Attempting to avoid possibly sounding as if he was completely annoyed with Tweek.

The other was already jittery and he had no want to add to this by continuing to sound displeased. Not only did he have to assume it would prolong this interaction of theirs but, also, worsen it as he knew he'd grow out of his sort of pity towards Tweek and instead just grow to be fully annoyed. So, it obviously wouldn't be good for either of them to do anything to extend this.

        As he came to wait, he watched Tweek go about working on the latte. It hadn't been a long wait but it was a bit of a curious watch; How he went from so unfocused, out of it seeming, to suddenly very focused on this. Maybe it was because Tweek had similar thoughts, to avoid prolonging this since it wouldn't do either of them any good, or maybe he just didn't wish to mess it up again. Messing it up again for a second time would certainly be embarrassing after all.

        A nod was given when Tweek thanked him for waiting. He kept a comment about all this that came to mind in the moment to himself when he'd reply.

“ I'm sure I will. ” He spoke, taking the coffee when it was finally presented to him. Finished and made properly this time, not much minding that it wasn't perfectly done currently. As long as it tasted right and wasn't messed up again he wouldn't mind.

        He'd been about ready to go on his way, waiting on Tweek to finish with the receipt. But it seemed he busied himself with the spot on the counter first, likely attempting to make sure it was properly clean he assumed. So some sort of more difficult to remove, more permanent sticking, spot wouldn't remain in it's place. And, then, Tweek had continued to speak

        The excuses or sort of small talk, whichever you wanted to call it while Tweek finished with the spot on the counter and then went after the receipt, was something Gregory didn't mind. Though, honestly, he was almost shocked a hole didn't tear in the receipt paper with how Tweek went about it. But he certainly wouldn't complain that one hadn't.

        “ ' Out of it ', I'd assume? ” He guessed, completing the other's thought on how he was ' a little— '. He had to assume it was that with what other context was given and what he'd seen? It was what made sense... but it certainly didn't explain or make sense of the other behaviors he'd witnessed.

“ Perhaps your parents have ought to hire more help. It probably would do you some good in cases like this since you don't seem as if you can properly manage this yourself. ” He suggested but figured it was a suggestion that'd never happen. Not unless Tweek had more family that could show up to help with how the shop seemed very ' family business ' oriented.

        Taking a brief moment to adjust how he held the coffee before he'd depart from the counter, giving a nod towards the rest of what had been said.

“ I will, ” He wouldn't with how this had gone and how Tweek seemed to be forcing himself to smile and, maybe even, act kindly towards him, “ Thank you. ”

‘It’s fine’ and ‘that’s all’ cut into Tweek like knives, and he flinched at both of them.  His family ran a business, though, and customers had every right to become irritated when they didn’t receive what they expected to, whether that be a particular order or timely service or whatever else.  While Tweek would have liked to be faced with patience and understanding, one’s workplace was not the environment for that.  He was mildly wounded by Gregory’s clipped responses, but he could not say he didn’t deserve them.

Gregory was right to assume Tweek was annoyed with himself.  He hated the way his brain worked—or rather, didn’t—how it couldn’t retain information for ten solid minutes and constantly put him on different planes of existence.  Flake, deranged, a spazz, an idiot—rude descriptors for him, maybe, but not inaccurate ones.  Maybe no one in South Park was normal or right in the head, but he craved being abnormal the way other people were, not the way he was.

He gave Gregory a tight smile, the friendliest he could manage at the moment, and wrung his hands to still their twitching, although the shiver just migrated up his arms, to his shoulders, down his spine.  “That’s right,” he said, almost as if he knew it all along.  “Thanks for that.”  He wanted so badly to apologize again, and another ‘sorry’ rested in the back of his throat.  But Gregory might really take his head off if he uttered it again, and people liked to hear ‘thank you’ more than ‘sorry,’ so that was what he said instead.

The numbers persisted, and he wanted to write some of them down because sometimes, it helped quiet them to do that, or at least gave less urgency to them, knowing he had something solid for deciphering later (although he had never decoded a single one of them).  Without thinking, he turned toward a pen and receipt paper on the counter but stopped himself in time, realizing he could not afford to get distracted again.

Vanilla latte, vanilla latte, vanilla latte…  He repeated the order to himself several times as he readied another mug, over and over again, forcing the words to be as loud in his head as he could so he could hear them over the numbers.  Vanilla latte, vanilla latte…  Thankfully, it was an easy enough order to make, just coffee and milk—and in this case, vanilla syrup—and it didn’t require a lot of thought and layering like some other drinks.  It did, however, call for more milk than coffee, which made his error in overfilling the mug all the more embarrassing.

It took all of two minutes to finish the order, and Tweek spent both of them in silent concentration.  He caught his tongue touching the roof of his mouth on the word latte and had to check himself to ensure he wasn’t mouthing the words as he went.  He considered putting a little flourish on it but figured it was better done than perfect and presented it to Gregory as it was.

“S—” he started, scratching at his cheek, then corrected, “Thanks again for waiting.  I hope you enjoy.”  The counter was a little tacky, maybe from the spilled coffee, or maybe from something that happened earlier.  Either way, Tweek thought it best to get a wet rag and wipe it down while he had a moment.  Then, he would attack the receipt paper with the pen.

He tried to put the numbers out of his mind for now, knowing he would only get overwhelmed if he worried about playing catch-up with them.  Talking seemed to be helping somewhat with that effort, so while Gregory probably cared nothing for excuses, for Tweek’s own sake, he continued.  “I usually don’t… work the fr-front by myself.  I don’t—don’t know where my parents went.”  He laughed wearily, throwing his head back slightly, then bent over the sticky spot on the counter again.

“I’m the only one here now, so I’m a little—”  Frazzled, out of sorts, stressed—all the things you should never confess to a customer.  He smiled again, just as forced as the last one, and shook his head.  “Well, never mind, you know.  Let me know if you need anything else.”

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@nebula-drcams        sent ;;

        “   [ mistletoe ] sender and receiver standing under a mistletoe together { Nimue & Bradley, from 🐝  *  ―  𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑪𝑯𝑹𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑴𝑨𝑺 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺. } ”

From ;; 🐝  *  ―  𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑪𝑯𝑹𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑴𝑨𝑺 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺. // Ask Before Sending

        It was a pretty simple little get together for the holidays. It was mostly just their friends and maybe a couple of their other peers that Bradley, personally, wasn't friends with. Nothing big or exciting but he thought it was pretty nice for a little holiday based get together. Plus, better to get together now than during the actual holiday week(s). Usually people were too busy during those times to get together.

        Bradley hadn't paid much mind to a majority of the little decorations that were up where they'd all met up for the get together so that was probably what brought him to the situation he realized he was in now. He'd just stepped away with Nimue for a moment but now didn't remember what that was about now that the mistletoe in the doorway above them had caught his attention.

        “ Oh. ” He'd said softly upon first noticing it, looking up at it instead of her. He knew plenty about the tradition with mistletoe, who didn't? But he didn't really know if it'd be okay with her if he went with it. Which led him to awkwardly staring up at it for a few moments before then returning his gaze to her.

He didn't know if she'd really be okay with something like that. Especially when they were technically around other people. Even if said other people weren't actually around at the moment, he was pretty sure they were off in another room somewhere.

        It took another moment of lingering in his thoughts before he'd take one of her hands and hold it, carefully intertwining his finger with her own.

“ Would it... be alright if I kissed you? ” His gaze went back up towards the mistletoe for a moment as he couldn't help but give a smile. “ It's tradition, after all. ”

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@angelicgentleman        sent ;;

        “  🌱 and 👊 for Pocket! ”

From ;; 𝐎𝐂 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒! // Currently Accepting

🌱 SEEDLING - what is their most vivid memory from childhood?

This was kind of a hard thing to consider for him but one of the things that came to mind first would be when he met the first of his younger siblings, Jane, for the first time. He probably would have been relatively young and she'd been just a baby who couldn't really do much of anything with him but it was the first time he'd ever seen or met one of his siblings so it was important to him. Even if he'd never truly been able to "know" her or his other siblings with how he'd ended up sick and then dead at such a young age.

👊 PUNCH - are they quick to violence?

...Technically yes?

He doesn't exactly jump to violence because he's angry though if you do piss him off enough he will most certainly throw hands. Especially in his main verse or any other verses where he's similarly dead because Hell did not make him a more pleasant person to say the least. But, rather, it's usually because Herbert is someone who enjoys fighting. Who would he be to turn down the chance to partake in a good ol' round of fisticuffs? But that also doesn't mean he's any good at it.

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@nebula-drcams        sent ;;

        “  CHEATING DEATH - what does your muse think about death? are they afraid of it? { HmMM, maybe for Mole, Bradley, anddddddddd Damien } ”

From ;; Uncomfortable Headcanons // Currently Accepting

Mole

Mole knows it to be inevitable for basically everyone, the only thing that changes between most people for it is how long they have to wait. He also expects to die sooner than most of the people he knows due to his own unhealthy habits and his line of work so, in a sense, he isn't afraid of it. Especially since he has died once before already and has experienced the after life. Of course, he hadn't experienced it for very long technically but it removed the fear of what will happen after dying. But he wasn't afraid the first time while dying so he doesn't believe he'll be afraid when it happens the second time.

Bradley

Bradley prefers not to think about it in all honesty, even with what does. He isn't exactly sure how long he's actually even going to live considering he isn't human and that's assuming something doesn't take him out while he's doin' MBC stuff. He's extremely durable and basically kina op but he doesn't exactly want to consider what might test his limits. This overall does leave him more worried about it rather than outright afraid. If not worried for his own death than the death of others.

Damien

Damien, similarly to Mole, knows it is inevitable and knows it must happen. He knows it will happen some day to most everyone including himself since he is mortal. He also is aware that, as the Antichrist, he is meant to be killed. He is supposed to be slain and that, in a sense, he was literally born to die. And, in all honesty, he fears for when that day comes. He doesn't want to die and he's afraid for when he will have to die because it's supposed to happen. It feels like it's doomed to happen, no matter what's done.

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        Snow. That was the only good about the town Pip seemed to have. Not a thing about the people, even Pip came to say so himself that the people here weren't grand. That they were barbaric. So, perhaps, he wasn't quite right that everything else managed to ruin the scenery. Pip seemed to still think it was nice but, personally, he'd still say terrible people would make such a lovely thing seem terrible was well. But perhaps that was just his time in Hell making him more bitter towards people, particularly people he knew had been less than kind to someone he cared for.

        He couldn't help but frown briefly, even as he was told not to concern himself. That things have changed since he'd last been written to by Pip. He couldn't help it as he couldn't help but perhaps have a bit of doubt. Pip tended to always seem rather positive about things, a bit too positive at times. But he didn't wish to ruin the mood by continue to voice his concerns.

        “ That does sound rather charming... the snow, of course. ” He decided to respond, allowing a small smile to settle onto his face in order to replace the brief frown.

“ The people around here being like that sounds rather terrible but if you say things have changed then, I suppose, I haven't too much of a reason to worry. ”

        He wasn't sure how much he believed things had changed but he wouldn't press the subject. He knew it would likely cause discomfort after all... and he already figured doing so would ruin the mood of their little meeting. But he would still concern, just to himself.

        A nod was given when Pip excused himself, a gesture of acknowledgement. He then watched him go off, not bothering to get up himself as he'd simply wait. Whilst he waited he decided to simply glance about the room a bit, to take it in and to take more of a proper look at his surroundings since he had the time.

"Ah! Well, I swear it does!" he exclaimed, panicking just slightly at his friend's disbelief. Quick, what could he call charming about the town? Thinking, he realized that he couldn't come up with anything related to the people living there. They were mean and rude towards Pip all his time there, but they weren't much nicer to themselves. Cartman and his friends always argued, and adults were often more immature than kids.

"How about snow!" Pip finally said, his face slightly brighter. "It's snowy most of the year, but it's especially lovely when it's freshly snowing, everything gets covered in clean white fluff," he hummed, thinking about it. He liked the view from his window during the coldest months in South Park, "You know when the sun comes down and only the street lamps light up the snow? I must say that's quite charming." Now that Pip has thought about it, he could mention a few more nice things about South Park, but nothing related to people.

There's a moment of silence after Herbert speaks, leaving Pip to think again. His friend was absolutely right, the town was far from pleasant, but it was never Pip's choice to come to live here. If he had the choice, he would never leave Britain and more importantly, Pocket behind. "You're not wrong, Herbert." he sighed quietly, agreeing. Things have got better now that he's older, but growing up here was a constant torment. Part of him regretted every writing about the bad things to Herbert, not wanting to worry him too much. However, stating that everything is going well would be a significant deception, would it not? That was probably worse. "People here tend to be quite barbaric, you could say." Pip was still slightly bitter over always being left behind, but being left behind was better than scoring punches and kicks. Nevertheless, each wrongdoing towards him was met with a gentle smile, he never wanted to punch back. That didn't change, but he knew how to take care of himself at least. "Ah, but please do not concern yourself with it. Things have changed since I last wrote you a letter."

Now, he almost forgot! Tea time! Getting up from his spot, he offered his friend a warm smile, "Excuse me, I will be right back." he promised, leaving the living room and walking into the kitchen. Setting up the water to boil was a matter of seconds, but the entire ritual of preparing a proper teapot would take him a longer moment.

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Mole is not fond of his actual name. Therefore, he introduces himself as "Mole" or "Ze Mole". He has basically everyone refer to him as "Mole" even if they are aware of his actual name. Also, due to this, most people won't learn his actual name through him but rather through someone else or, during the time he's a child, if they hear it from his mother.

His mother was aware of the "Mole" nickname but never used the nickname. This made her the only person to always call him "Christophe".

His mother is the only person he's genuinely and fully intimidated by. While he becomes less intimidated by her as he grows older it does still remain to some degree, even as an adult.

Not a headcanon since it is canon but I feel a need to include it somewhere about him. Mole is a misotheist. He does believe in God's existence but he is someone who hates God and doesn't believe God is some sort of paragon of good. He believes God is cruel and is to blame for everything wrong in the world.

His experience being mauled and briefly dying from it caused him to develop cynophobia and avoid all dogs or canine like creatures. If he does encounter a dog there's a high chance he will react violently. It doesn't matter what dog or who's dog. He does not like dogs at all.

He doesn't emote much outwardly. Most of the time he remain with a fairly neutral or annoyed looking expression. He will, of course, give things like small smiles but how he's feeling doesn't come across in his expression all that often. Unless he's genuinely angry or annoyed.

He does try to keep his work as a mercenary, as well as his other forms of work, hushed as an adult. He would have tried as a child but kind of couldn't in South Park due to the war. He does this for both his own safety and the safety of those he cares about.

He does not have a formal education and has never attended a "proper" school a day in his life. He was "homeschooled" by his mother until he was about sixteen (16).

He seems to almost always have his shovel, even during times he doesn't need it or when he's going someplace he probably shouldn't take it.

Due to the characters Gregory and himself were originally inspired by Mole did have some sort of interest in Gregory when they were younger. These potential feelings ended after the events of the war due to his feelings about what occurred.

Due to the events of the war he also actively distanced himself from everyone he could have been considered friends with or close to for a while after. What happened left him feeling betrayed and like he'd been used and he was afraid of it happening again for a bit to say the least.

He doesn't share the fact he died during the war with very many people so most people are unaware of the fact it occurred. This is something he even avoids telling people he considers himself close to.

In most verses with Mole as an adult he has a cat named "Lutin Des Ordures". This cat is a gremlin, a little creature. He's called "Lutin" for short but won't really respond when called that.

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@monmuses        sent ;;

        “  ❛ don’t make me regret giving you the aux cord. ❜ (kyle @ gary) ”

From ;; &. 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. // Always Accepting

        He'd like to think it wouldn't be something regretted by the ginger but based off the music tastes he'd observed before he got to 'share' his own? Perhaps there would be some regret for it. Most of their peers, Kyle included, did seem inclined to very different music tastes from his own. Not that he found that bad or anything, it probably just made it more difficult for them to enjoy what the other preferred to listen to he assumed.

        “ Don't worry about it Kyle! I'm sure you won't regret it. ” Gary reassured anyways as the aux cord came to be handed off to him. Even if he wasn't totally sure about it, he preferred to be positive about the thought.

Following his reassurance he got the aux cord plugged into his own phone and looked for something to put on. It didn't really take him that long to find something either, only really long enough to cause a few brief moments of silence after he spoke. Though, what he put on proceeded to be what was basically very similar to Christian rock — and likely just a bit of a tone shift from what had been on before the aux cord had ended up in his hands.

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@angelicgentleman        sent ;;

        “  ❛ if i'm slipping, i'm totally blaming you. ❜ for Pocket! From '𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑪𝑯𝑹𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑴𝑨𝑺 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.' ”

From ;; 🐝  *  ―  𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑪𝑯𝑹𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑴𝑨𝑺 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺. // Currently Accepting

        Herbert gave a chuckle towards Pip's words. “ You can blame me, if you'd like. ”

It seemed only fair he let Pip blame him for slipping — even if the blame was jokingly given — as he had been the one to end up suggesting the idea of going out to the frozen over pond to ice skate. He actually wasn't quite sure how familiar Pip was with ice skating when he'd suggested it but he supposed not very based off the comment. But that wasn't any concern to him, there was always room for learning after all! Then again... this wasn't quite ice skating. It was ice skating without the skates due to it being a spur of the moment choice in activity. So, perhaps, it ought to be called ice sliding instead?

        “ If you're not very confident on the ice you could hold onto me? ” He'd offer. It was an offer that risked them both being pulled down if Pip slipped but he didn't much mind that.

“ It could help with keeping your bearings, at least until you're used to moving on the ice. ”

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        Gary's opinion on the matter honestly wasn't swayed much, if at all, by Stan offering to pay if they got nachos. While he did certainly appreciate Stan deciding he'd pay, he also wasn't really the type of person to be swayed when he got things for free or just without any cost to himself. He was pretty often the sort of person to pay for himself and others, even strangers, after all.

        “ I'm afraid not. ” He answers honestly but he's still giving a light smile. He doesn't mean it in a matter that he doesn't want to get some or doesn't care to, even if Stan pays. “ But I appreciate the offer, and don't mind if you'd like to pay. ”

He was perfectly fine with getting some, paying for himself or not. It really was just a matter of him not having a strong opinion... but maybe he should have said it would have changed his opinion. He wasn't sure if Stan would take his continued indifference or lack of strong opinion negatively. Gary had noticed that he had seemed to do so previously. With how Stan looked away when he'd first said it.

        “ Stan. ” He says the other's name, seemingly sympathetically, after a moment as he didn't wish to let him take his indifference as defeat. He can tell Stan is trying to be decent to him, nice to him. Especially with how things had gone between them before. But, really, there was no need to try and appeal to him all that much.

“ I really don't mind. I'd like to if you want to. ” He placed a hand on Stan's arm for a moment, as if it were to somehow show he was being genuine. “ I'm just happy to hang out with you again... so, either way, I'm fine with it. ”

Stan had felt like pure shit pretty much from the day Gary rightfully called him a douchebag.  Stan was so used to hanging out with assholes (and being one himself), and Gary was so nice that he hadn’t known what to do with him at the time.  But more recently, he had become disillusioned with his current friend group and thought the change of pace might do him some good.

However, he didn’t expect to be forgiven, knew he didn’t deserve it, and that made the rekindling of his and Gary’s friendship a bit awkward.  Stan was still trying to tread carefully, lest he fuck something up again, and between how different Gary was and their history, it felt tenuous, enough so that a 3-star review of his idea had him looking away and biting his lip.  Such a neutral response sounded like abject failure.

Stan brightened up a little when Gary said he would go if Stan wanted to.  But he didn’t want it to be all about him, either.  He was trying to be better to Gary.  “Come on,” he said affectionately.  “Do you think I could get that number any higher by telling you it’s on my dime?”  He hated doing his Weed Chores, but at least his dad gave him a decent allowance for them.

He shoved his hands in his coat pockets and scuffed a tennis shoe against the ground.  “We don’t have to, though.  We can do whatever you want.”

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@friendscfmine        sent ;;

        “  (friendscfmine) Michael: “is that seriously your password?” (for christophe lol he's judging the resistance) ”

From ;; Unprompted Ask // Always accepting

        The snow upon the ground crunched under Mole's boots as he'd lead the goth to where 'La Resistance' had set itself up. Little conversation was made as he'd done so, Mole himself basically not speaking unless spoke to —aside from times he suddenly felt he ought to warn of something or disclose some information. However, not much of that had happened besides brief explanations of the Resistance... but part of that was even just Mole going 'Z'ey will explain sheet to you once we get z'ere'.

He didn't care to go into any in depth explanations. That wasn't his job. His job right now was just gathering up whatever kids managed to avoid Resistance recruitment up until this point — which included the goth he'd brought to the place now. The adults weren't on their side so he was tasked with getting basically any kid he could, including ones he figured were better to not involve. But who was he to speak judgement upon the plans of their dear leader-not-quite-leader of the La Resistance?

        But they soon enough reached the location.

He raised a hand and knocked on the door, being met with someone peering through and requesting a password. And he gave it. 'Bacon' was the fucking password of all things, fucking bacon. It was a password that was stupid to Mole, worthy of mockery. It was a password that was ironically American sounding.

        After having spoken the password, a glance was cast over his shoulder at the goth due to the comment made as the door was opened up. At first, all it got was some sort of almost amused sounding huff out of the French boy as what little was left of the cigarette he currently had was put out in the palm of his glove.

        “ Yez. ” The cigarette was dropped, proceeding to be crushed under the heel of one of his boots before he'd begin to head in. “ Z'at iz ze paz'ord. Blame ze American boy for it. ”

Which American boy? Whichever one came up with this shit. One of the various American children present Mole didn't care to learn the actual name of.