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❝ You seem to be in quite the foul MOOD. ❞
EVEN, is her tone as icy gaze settles ‘pon the white cyborg. An obvious lack of interest in her eyes, yet it is IMPOSSIBLE to not notice the waves of emotion that roll off of him.
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Curious quincy noises at the aura coming off of him --
‘ hmph . simply one of those times when i absolutely refuse to share those who belong to me . ‘
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hc + pain tolerance
Fairly high as far as a mere mortal goes. He’s been through some shit, been beaten up, tortured, bitten, stabbed, just about anything you can imagine and more. It should be absolutely noted that he’s not much of a fighter. No finesse. His general philosophy when it comes to fight is “hit ‘em hard before they can drop you.” Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t....
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HC: + Haircare
Headcanon Meme: Accepting
Desmond keeps his hair soft; BB cremes, expensive shampoos and conditioners-- He’s very meticulous with his hair, and doesn’t entirely love when it’s messy, or too unkempt. He doesn’t like it too long, or too short either, really.
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huntdad
“...”
He smiles.
“Einweg.”
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"Not in the mood to 'play' at the moment, I'm afraid," He declines, "Well, not with you. However, there is an abnormally large number of monsters around this area. Know anything about that?"
☓ – · Heh. He was quite the blunt bastard, wasn’t he? Karma bites. It was the kind of kick in the ass Guts needed and he prepared to show bark of his own, only to be leashed from making another enemy by the allusion of both his predators and his prey. At least that would explain the stench, as well as a certain ache that marked him a dead man.
“I know enough . . . enough to tell you that none of them are leavin’ until I do. If getting ripped apart ain’t your thing, I suggest you take the coward’s way out.”
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Hangs out in the vicinity.
“I am beginning to wonder about your standing with… involved parties.”
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"You know where." Chuffs at her, grinning in amusement.
“Oh I dunno... You could mean here...“ She took one of his hands and singled out the thumb, nibbling the tip before dragging her teeth along the first joint.
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"How does one go about taming the /rage/ in their soul, Alucard?"
“I believe I’m far too sentimental to provide an answer to your satisfaction.”
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@machinejaws
“Y’know -- American sitcom, alien gets taken in by a family and the furry bastard’s always tryin’ t’eat the cat. Never seen a bit of it m’self, but I knew a guy that was obsessed with aliens, even rubbish shows on the telly bout ‘em.”
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" The word never left my mouth, kid," Shakes his head, "And if you think a hole's just a hole then there's no telling where /you've/ been. Maybe I /should/ leave, before I /catch/ something." Flits tongue in /amusement/, not even dignifying that last claim. What /nonsense/. Begins sauntering off~
‘ You’re ABOUT to catch these hands to the dick if you’re going to BE one. Gender is a stupid thing to give a fuck about. Decline me because I smell like WET DOG, or because I l have tattoos, something at least predictably less stupid. ‘
Fingers drum softly on thigh before he gives a half-wave, accompanied with a slight lifted smirk. Desmond 1 : World: -9.
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"Don't worry, I don't want it. Its looks very cumbersome," He flicks out his claws, examining, "Besides, I have my own toys to play with."
☓ – · A reasonable quip, so he didn’t retaliate. Carrying this blade may sour his spine somewhere along the way, but for as long as it wasn’t now, Guts didn’t have it in him to care. One eye narrows to the hybrid’s claw-like hand, a distant piece of him wanting to question if that was truly armour. Curiosity like his was rarely bought; something wasn’t right. “Toys, huh? . . . You’re right, that armour you wear already fits the part. You tryin’ to play soldier?”
#i am slow af with asks sometimes my bad lmao#i already want these two to become bros#machinejaws#asks
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"Discipline," Makes a face, "Because mine has been /devouring/ me inside, that's why."
“Is this over him still, or something more?” If so, hopefully that meant Modeus’ recent disappearance had thankfully not been for too long. “I am afraid I have been… occupied as of late. You will have to debrief me on what has happened since we last spoke.”
“But as for your anger,” catching up on events could wait for the time being, “what have you been currently been doing to temper it?”
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would you tell sven what tyki is?
“why, haven’t i already told him what’s IMPORTANT? what difference does it make to differ the species of a snake when you have it on your NECK & you already have conscience that it IS indeed poisonous?”
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@machinejaws
“What do you mean, ‘behind the tee-’. Ohhhhhhhhh, it’s a helmet, isn’t it?
“I feel like an idiot now.”
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"I've wondered how your teeth would feel around me, not gonna lie."
“Teeth around you where, Sven. Be specific.“ A hungry glint of gold sparked in Audrey’s eyes and she grinned. Not that she had any reservations about putting her teeth anywhere. She just wanted to hear him say it.
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