#interactions

[pianomxn-aa]

@vvhippoorwill 

        ❛ Hey there fella, is the seat taken? ❜ he asks the man sitting at the bar with the only stool available next to him.     It was kind of unusual for the bar to be so packed up, on a night where there were no special offers or karaoke night. It was good news though, to have the bar up and running after so many years... Larry had done a great job with it. Haze seems to be the same, although the people who has worked in it for long now isn’t. At least he isn’t. 

[shrapnelsong]

@vvhippoorwill asked: His presence in her flat is immediately unmistakeable, be it the choice of turning on several decorative lights instead of the main one, or the chilly air let in through a balcony door left slightly ajar. He even shamelessly pushed the couch to be right by the windows, barely sparing her a glance while scanning through one of her recipe books. "I figured I owed you dinner." For a mysterious gift he received almost a year ago, among other things. "So, I'll stay a month –– unless you kick me out."

     Something is not right. She feels it even before getting to her unit - in the same way she can sometimes sense when a mission will not go according to her plans - slowing down her steps slightly but not bothering to quiet them. Wary, Alice unlocks the door, comforted by the number of weapons hidden right at the entrance in case someone managed to lie in wait for her. Only she’s not greeted by an intruder, but rather by Christmas lights. Her body relaxes immediately at the realization that this particular disturbance to her routine is a welcomed one.

Without the need to rush into action, the doctor sets her bags aside and takes off her coat and shoes, padding across the wooden floors towards the kitchen, where she figures she’ll find him. “Hm?” She hums in question, unfazed by the lack of greeting or explanation for the change in decor. “For what?” Alice looks back through the memories of their recent interactions - she’s just gotten back from a trip, but even before that she can’t think of anything that would have warranted this type of repayment.

But it doesn’t really matter when he adds the second part of this perplexing deal she has little to no details of, her face lighting up at them being roomies again. And without him being severely ill or wounded! Well... She has to double check that, actually. But still! Yay! “You can stay as long as you want.” Smiling brightly, she retrieves a drink from the fridge and comes closer to peek at the recipes he’s looking at. “What’s for dinner?” 

[rosyxsheen]

ᴛʜɪɴɢs ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʀᴘ ᴘᴀʀᴛɴᴇʀs.

ғɪʟʟ ɪɴ:

ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ: Potato or Mooni !

ᴍʏ ғᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ ɪs:  Pale grey. 

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ:: female

ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴇ: I am too shy to actually plot with you, even if we talk a lot lmao 

ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ᴍᴜsᴇ(s): Meno is usually looking for a friend in her interactions, really. Love interest comes late unless it’s plotted and there was enough chemistry :3c 

ғɪʀsᴛ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ: top secret..!

sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ: english !

ʜɪɢʜʟɪɢʜᴛ:

ᴀɢᴇ ʀᴀɴɢᴇ:  under 13  |  14–17 | 18–22 | 23–25 | 26–29 |  30+ |  70+

ᴀᴍ ɪ ᴏᴋᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɴsғᴡ?: yeah, sure.. if there was any chance lmao 

ᴍʏ ғᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ/ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴏɴ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʀᴘ ɪs: angst | fluff | smut | crack | action | other

ᴏᴄ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ?: yes ofc! | no

ʀᴘ ʙʟᴏɢ: does | doesn’t | contain ooc posts

ᴛᴀɢɢᴇᴅ ʙʏ: [ by the cute @amvranthines ty bb <3] ᴛᴀɢɢɪɴɢ: @vvhippoorwill | @mcniqui | @mvndus | @kemuele | @pvlefilms | @sixflowersofhibiscus | @rpdrookie | @amelorates | @volxju | and anyone wanna, just steal it from me. 

[ircnkeys-blog]

“You will never be lovelier than you are now.“ [for the pink monstrosity ofc, i demand a custom icon of that to be used here]

“TROY” SENTENCE STARTERS

“Say anything else, and this heel is going in your fucking eye socket.”

Singular use of ‘heel’ because, if she has her way, someone else will be on the receiving end of the other one for putting her in this situation. Morana gestures at him with the offending pink item (very offending, very pink, but at least they make her taller than him?) before tossing it across the room.

“My feet hurt like fuck, I’ve been wearing those things for hours, and I am at the end of my tether. So please, please give me a reason.”

[shrapnelsong]

Boop on the Nose –– for any Pom, I mean, Alice.

[ Affection ]@vvhippoorwillBoop on the Nose: You’re adorable / make me happy.

     The number of times they came across each other while on the field without actually planning it was frankly astounding. But Alice didn’t mind it all that much, or at all, to be honest. The loner former-military marksmen guys she’d met before were on the most part… not people she’d want to interact with if she didn’t have to. They were either insufferably smug and believing everyone else below them or absolutely closed off to the point of being socially inept, while also believing everyone else below them.

Raphael was different. Quiet and reserved without being unsettling, clearly aware of how skilled he is without feeling the need to gloat about it. He was interesting. In a way she couldn’t quite explain. He both amused and intrigued her. And Alice enjoyed chatting with him, bombarding him with kaomoji without actually knowing if it annoyed him or not because he never commented on them.

If there was one thing that was unfortunate about their relationship was that he had every reason to never accept any sort of food or drink from her ever. A shame, because she was a really good cook. But she made do with buying him stuff on the street. Usually the most normal snacks she could find too because that was really funny for her, sharing a hotdog with a highly skilled contract killer on a sunny afternoon.

She was being careful to not make a mess with her own snack when she felt herself being watched. Bringing a napkin to her lips just in case, she turned her attention to her companion, confirming he was indeed looking at her. Alice was about to ask if there was something wrong when he caught her completely off guard by briefly touching the tip of his gloved forefinger to her nose.

Her nose scrunched a bit out of reflex, and she stared up at him for a couple of seconds before a tiny giggle escaped her. “What was that for?” She asked with a smile, not knowing at all where that came from. 

[ircnkeys-blog]

“I thought maybe you’d want to get some sleep.”

“WONDER WOMAN” SENTENCE STARTERS

She jumps slightly at his voice and perhaps that should be enough to show that he’s right. The journey has been a long one, but Ylva has also always been of the stubborn sort. Everything must still be handled by her alone. Only trusting yourself is a hard habit to break.

“I’m not tired. I’m fine,” she murmurs, eyes flicking out to the window again. She’s on edge, although she always seems to be. But now she’s tired, and paranoid (-worked here before. made more enemies than friends) and still avoiding eye contact with him.

“Det er ingenting.“