#🍄|| trust no one..not even yourself {queued}

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(( ... *pokes my lil head in cuz I can* )) Riley has been brought along to the League's hideout with Jin ; apparently he would have had to leave her at the apartment for a few days this time if he didn't. And of course, she knows he wouldn't be willing to do that. So she's seeking company that isn't him since he's busy at the moment, and Spinner ... seems like the least likely to tell her to ' get lost, kid '. He seems cool. She's approached from behind the sofa, propping herself up on the back of it and staring at the screen of his game. She's been here for a few minutes now. Finally, she decides it's time for her to speak up. " ... Whatcha playing ? "

He's focused on the screen of his switch, letting out a frustrated sound when his cart is passed, but grinning a bit to himself when he regains at least placing in the top five. He'd usually be playing something else, but he got stuck in a mission on Grant Theft Auto, and a break needed to be taken before he started to rage.

He hears her speak, catches a glimpse of her face in the reflection of the screen. Oh! It's the kid Jin brought along, a runaway or something like that. Spinner couldn't say he was surprised by the man's actions, but it didn't mean he thought this was really a place for someone so young.

However, the League was always willing to take in someone in need, and judging by Jin's brief story, she was definetly someone in need.

"Mario Kart." He's pauses the game, lifting it so she can get a better look at the screen. An awkward pause, because he was never the social butterfly to begin with, and he can't quite figure why she picked him to talk to.

"You ever play?"

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Hawks deals with fans a lot, he's dealt with his share of fans. Shy ones, ones that don't really understand what 'personal space' means; and while he appreciates each and every one of them, he's internally grateful that Rima leans on the more chill side (even though she probably wouldn't believe that if he told her). He smiles when she agrees, already envisioning Endeavor's face when he decides to go and annoy the fire user about stealing a prized employee.

But she was talented, anyone could see that. She took pride in her craft and Hawks could respect that.

"Dunno about forever, but if this turns out as awesome as I think it will, you might have me as a regular customer."

The hero doesn't bother taking a seat or anything. He wasn't really expecting a consultation this very minute, but he's not technically on official patrol yet, he's got time as long as his handlers don't call him in for something last minute.

"Hmmm...let's see." He scratches at his chin as if he's thinking hard. It's "his choice" but it'll probably have to be approved before it's published anywhere. Still, that didn't mean he couldn't have some fun. "I need it to be as cool as I am obviously. It's supposed to show of my more serious side but I don't want anything that'll make me look all scary like Mr. Hothead." Because Hawks has seen photos of Endeavor in ads and candid, the guy just looked scary sometimes.

"You think you could find a balance like that? Somethin' with maybe some dramatic colors, but still my charming face?"" He doesn't realize he's probably not being helpful, throwing ideas out without any coherency. He seems just excited to be working on something like this instead of in boring briefings that could've been emails.

"Don't know how you get any work done in this stuffy building."

"Oh, He's going to stay up there until someone convinces me to move him." Which was unlikely. She got to much amusement watching people being stared down at. Her heart skipped a few beats at his next comment.

Her body perked up when he brought out the advertisement. Eagerly listening to everything he had to say. A mixture of disbelief and pure excitement crossed over her face.

Professional Rima... She had to be professional. That was hard when she swore she could hear a co-worker nearby snickering.

"I would LOVE to help you, Yeah no problem." She freezes, realizing JUST how excited she seemed at the opportunity. It was hard to NOT be excited by something like this.

"I mean. Endeavor shouldn't mind. I do freelance work on the side sometimes too. So long as you're not trying to LURE me away forever we should be fine." Even if Endeavor didn't agree with it, she'd find a way to convince him. She wasn't going to say no to her favorite hero, that was for sure.

She reached to another section of her desk, pulling out a fresh sketchbook from the stack she kept. Almost knocking her canned coffee over in the movement. Thankfully SHE didn't, and could focus on the conversation.

"Wh-what kind of theme did you have in mind? Any particular themes or ideas you want to add in specifically?"

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Spinner makes himself comfortable on the cushions, taking time to look them over himself. "You think doing two colors is too much?" Not sure if he can even pull of the look but the black and the purple are both calling his name. "I don't think I can pick, it's been awhile since I've hand them painted." He looks down at his claws, suddenly just a little self-conscious of them.

Why not go all out after everything that happened right? They beat the liberation army, well Toumura had, they'd gotten their sushi and actual places to sleep for the first time in ages. Pretty big victories, why not take some time to finally breathe.

"Did you want me to paint yours first?"

"Can't say... I'm surprised...." Honestly, she's more shocked that Toga had any dark colors at all. If they were so inclined, she knows they could ask Mr. Yotsubashi for just about anything and he'd be willing to oblige, but she'd rather make do with what they had on hand.

Having pulled all of the cushions off of one of their nice sofas and tossed them on the floor, she leans over the makeshift bedding to look at the colors.

"That purple would... be perfect for me, are... you fine with any of them...?"