#wherein you see yourself briefly whole || twice ic

[destruxxon]

open starter - Jin (werewolf verse)

He's picking quietly at his fingers, the nails on them elongating with the coming of the full moon. He should probably get his things in order for his upcoming absence, but the people who frequent his little corner store have become used to his tendencies to up and leave without warning for various lengths of time. Usually, it was to stock up on supplies that the "supernatural" folks couldn't often find in the city or would have to buy online marked up criminally high. Sometimes it was just to go out and explore and visit acquaintances who preferred to keep out on the outskirts or further into the wilderness. And others...he doesn't want to talk about those times.

Jin glances up when he sniffs the approach of another, quickly looking them over to determine if they might be a threat of some sort, and leans against the counter, holding his weight with one furry arm, tail languidly swishing behind him. "Welcome in. Get out. Don't mind him." He grins, sharp teeth on display.

"What can I do you for? Looking for anything specific? We're all out, scram!"

[autumnwoodsdreamer]

Photographs (August 2168)

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Characters: Balthazar Cavendish, Vinnie Dakota, Savannah (mentioned)

Rating: G

Words: 2302

Genre: Friendship

Summary: On their first day (officially) working together, Cavendish starts to realize there’s more to Dakota than meets the eye...

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Balthazar Cavendish had only met Vinnie Dakota twice so far: first when he rudely barged into his student time vehicle and then the next day when fate twisted again and assigned them as partners.

It had been a week since that whole incident and today they were to receive their first (official) assignment. Vinnie suggested they carpool and drive over to the Bureau together; still nursing the bruises from the last time he was relegated to the passenger seat, Balthazar insisted he would drive.

Vinnie lived clear on the other side of the city—a 20 minute drive from Balthazar’s apartment near the east hills (well, 20 minutes by airway, but closer to 30 if traffic forced him to travel by road, as it did today). Although the prospect of a lengthy commute annoyed him, he supposed the distance could be a good thing as it lessened the likelihood of them running into each other outside of work.

As he drove, he found his spirits caught in a strange mix of both burning optimism and ice-cold dread. While he couldn’t deny that saving the day and working with a partner had been extremely exciting, that element of unpredictability still bothered him.

He didn’t like things he couldn’t control; he never had. The high regard he held for order and precision had enabled him to play piano with astounding technical accuracy and to learn and practise law with a keen certainty. When he had first shifted his attention to studying time travel, he was sure his eye for detail and reverence for rules would make him a fine agent; now, in light of recent events, he couldn’t help but wonder if it would be enough...

He reached the address Vinnie had described over the phone and decided it would be best to pack his niggling doubts away in a proverbial box and leave it on a very high shelf for the time being.

He parked on the street, got out the car, straightened his attire, and paused for a moment to take in the scene. This part of town was built well over a century ago and the majority of its inhabitants occupied that odd but plentiful bracket of the lower end of middle class. Vinnie’s apartment building stood in a row of similar, blockish structures, all of which boasted bare bricks and wrought iron fire escapes and stood somewhere between eight and twelve storeys high. Altogether, it seemed a pleasant neighbourhood but Balthazar thought it better suited to struggling artists or the blue-collar crowd rather than a Time Agent.

He found and rang the bell for the apartment listed under Vinnie Dakota. Enough time passed that he considered ringing again when the intercom crackled on and a tired voice greeted him.

“What’s up, chicken butt?”

“I beg your pardon?!”

“Oh, hey!” Vinnie exclaimed. “Mr Banana! How ya doin’?”

“It’s Cavendish,” Balthazar corrected, icily.

“Oh, right. Cavendish, banana—eh, that’s just how my mind works. Sorry. Hang on, I’ll buzz you in.”

“I can just wait out h—” he began but the intercom clicked off and the door unlocked before he could finish. With a resigned sigh, he entered the building.

He took the elevator to the seventh floor, then it was “just down the hall, take the first left, and it’s the third door to your right. Ya can’t miss it.” Well, Vinnie had been right about that: it was the only door covered in stickers.

“My friend went to Hawaii and all he got me was this lousy sticker,” lamented a disproportionate pineapple wearing sunglasses and surfing a wave. Another portrayed the Eiffel Tower with a moustache and a beret bidding “Bon voyage!” A variety of stickers brought greetings from Italy, Tokyo, Cape Town, Sydney, and other capital cities around the world (most with their old names no one used anymore, Balthazar noted). Dotted about the place were depictions of random objects like a ukulele and some kind of car, some were types of food like pizza and kebabs, but he couldn’t miss the fact that most were cartoonish caricatures of extinct creatures he had only seen pictures of in textbooks.

Distracted by the odd collage, Balthazar jumped back when the door opened without warning.

“C’mon in, Stretch,” Vinnie beckoned, bringing his hand up to just barely cover a loud yawn as he stepped aside to allow his guest in. “Make yourself at home; I’ll be with you as soon as I find my jacket.”

Balthazar glanced over his new partner’s attire and pointedly cleared his throat.

Vinnie closed the door behind them and turned around, frowning in confusion when he caught sight of the other man’s disapproving expression. He looked down and only then seemed to register that he was only wearing a faded T-shirt and boxers. “Oh. And my pants. Probably need those, too.”

Balthazar crossed his arms. “You should be dressed by now. This is highly unprofessional.”

“Hey! I am dressed!” Vinnie protested. “Just not for work. And, in the future, if you’re gonna get all high and mighty, the least you could do is warn a guy when you’re gonna be a whole hour early!”

“I am not—!” Balthazar began but cut himself off when he caught sight of an analog clock on a bookshelf. In preparing to travel to the past, he had had to learn to read those: both hands pointing down meant 6:30.

He consulted his own watch and his face went red. “Oh, blast it!” he muttered, hotly, as he started fiddling with the settings. “I forgot I had this infernal contraption set an hour ahead!”

“What? You on daylight savings time or something?”

“Pardon?”

“Daylight sa—never mind. It was a thing over a century ago.”

“I set it an hour ahead last week because of my driving test,” Balthazar explained, trying not to sound too sheepish.

Vinnie raised an eyebrow, his expression suddenly turning as serious as it had been when he saw those kids in danger. “Are you that bad at keeping time?”

He quickly shook his head. “Hardly ever; I just really didn’t want to chance being even the slightest bit late for my final exam.”

“You know there’s such a thing as too early, right?”

“I don’t believe so; no.”

There was a moment wherein he thought Vinnie was going to argue the point, but he just shrugged and waved a dismissive hand. “Like I said: make yourself at home, I’ll just be a few minutes,” he said and peeled away.

Balthazar intended to remain in the one spot; he had finished resetting his watch but still felt like a complete idiot and didn’t want to risk any further gaffes. But his curiosity got the better of him and he soon found himself wandering (well, he did have permission...)

He had to admit he held a few preconceived ideas of what the home of Vinnie Dakota might look like. He’d only met the man briefly, but he seemed rather committed to his reckless, blasé attitude and he could only imagine such a person living in a slovenly, malodorous nest.

That was not the case.

The apartment was small and cramped and cluttered, but it wasn’t dirty. There was a strong, unusual smell hanging in the air; although Balthazar couldn’t identify it, it wasn’t all that unpleasant—actually, it reminded him of those old-fashioned restaurants he used to play piano in.

The bookshelf he noticed earlier caught his eye again; this time, he took note of the colourful array of books stacked and lined on the shelves as well as the diverse collection of trinkets, souvenirs, and gadgets. The objects were displayed with little rhyme or reason regarding their order: snow-globes of all kinds and shapes mingled amongst Chinese fans and Russian nesting dolls and defunct devices such as a camcorder, a dial telephone, and a zoetrope. Balthazar didn’t fail to notice that, although most of those things would be considered antiques, they were all in fairly new condition.

After a few minutes, he took a step back and his attention quickly shifted from the bookshelf to the hundreds of photographs in mismatched frames covering the walls, so much so that one could barely glimpse the bright yellow wallpaper beneath. The quality of the photographs varied from grainy, black and white to slightly washed-out, sepia tone to clear and vibrantly coloured.

Balthazar knew his new partner had been a Time Agent for a while already; it was the Bureau’s policy to pair new recruits with full-fledged agents. But knowing this man had already been on missions throughout time and actually seeing snapshots of that career were two very different things.

Quite a few of the photographs showcased places and buildings in different time periods, positioned side by side to highlight the changes through the years; a number featured archaic machines and devices, and more of those extinct creatures (except this time they were real, not just cartoonish representations); but, most notably, the majority of the photographs were candid shots of people.

After casually examining the photos for a few minutes, Balthazar began to register a few recurrent faces. The most notable subject was a young man with olive skin, dark hair, and a short but lean frame; always wearing tinted shades of some sort, always caught in the middle of a laugh or striking a silly pose—without the wild shock of curls, it took him quite a while to identify him as a younger Vinnie. Often pictured alongside him either mirroring the silly pose or with his hand on his shoulder was a much taller, older man with dark blue hair and weathered skin; if it weren’t for the fact they lacked any physical similarity, Balthazar would’ve assumed the man was Vinnie’s father. Wherever the older man was absent, a young woman with a dark, flawless complexion and glossy, violet hair took his place—there were hardly any instances of her smiling and she didn’t seem to care for Vinnie’s antics at all but she must not have completely disliked him as there was one photo of her curled up and asleep in the backseat of a Time Vehicle with her head resting on his shoulder.

There was only one photograph with all three of them. It seemed to be after a mission of some sort. They all looked dog-tired, covered in bruises and dirt, but they still managed smiles for the camera, holding their heads up even as they leaned on each other for support. The muted colouring of the photograph suggested it had been taken somewhere around the mid-1900’s but Balthazar hadn’t honed his skills enough to pinpoint precisely when. Most of interest was a small note accompanying the photograph in the frame; it was just a scrap of paper, presumably torn from a cheap notebook and not at all remarkable save for the short message scrawled on it:

To Vinnie and Silvia,

Count every moment and make every moment count,

Emit Relevart

The Hot War Mission (1964 / 2164)

“‘Hot War’?” Balthazar read aloud, his face crumpling in confusion. “What the deuce is—?”

“It’s everything the Cold War wasn’t.”

Balthazar gasped and jumped backwards, a hand flying up to clutch his chest. “Kidney pie and chips!” he exclaimed. “Don’t do that!”

A now more appropriately dressed Vinnie gave him a sideways glance. “Well, that’s one way to keep it PG,” he remarked with an utterly infuriating bemused smirk. He let out a soft huff of a laugh and gave a small shake of his head as he returned his gaze to the photograph.

Balthazar opened his mouth, ready to say quite a few things—such as “What does ‘PG’ mean?” and “Don’t sneak up on people!”—but the words stopped in his throat.

Something flashed across Vinnie’s expression, something even the bulky sunglasses with their vibrant tint couldn’t hide; it was only there for the briefest of moments but Balthazar didn’t miss it. He’d seen it before, on the faces of complete strangers who gathered whenever he played an old, slow melody on the piano in the middle of the city square.

He turned his attention back to the picture one last time. He couldn’t quite determine if it was the people or the referenced occasion, but he got the sense this was an important piece of Vinnie. He made it a point to commit the little message to memory—what it would accomplish, well, he wasn’t so sure in that regard, but it felt too significant to miss.

Vinnie cleared his throat; the sound was abrupt but Balthazar was aware of his surroundings enough this time around not to jump again. “So,” he said, his smile and easy demeanour returning in a flash, “seeing as we have a whole hour to kill, how’s about we get some breakfast?”

Balthazar crossed his arms and put on a glare that was only half-strength. “I hope you’re not planning to kidnap me and drag me to the early 2000’s just for omelettes.”

He seemed to consider that for a second before shaking his head. “I can’t think of any good places for omelettes... not in the 2000’s, anyway. Nah, I was just gonna make something.” He whirled around and headed for the kitchen. “You like pancakes?”

“You actually know how to cook?”

Vinnie shrugged. “Eh, I picked up a few things here and there. It comes in handy when you travel to time periods that don’t have auto-preppers.”

“And yet you still felt it necessary to hijack my Time Vehicle and travel back over a century just to get lunch?” Balthazar raised an eyebrow.

Vinnie shot his new partner a lopsided smirk. “You’re not gonna let that one go, are you, Stretch?”

[tillsunbeamsfindyou]

Doing this because @glory-mourning tagged me and I love her (and being tagged in things) 

Under the cut b/c it’s pretty long

LAST

1) Drink: Caramel iced coffee

2) Phone call: co-worker

3) Text message: “bathed in sunlight” - to my roommate about a picture of a dog

4) Song listened to: Don’t stop until you get enough is currently playing

5) Time you cried: very briefly last night

HAVE YOU EVER

6) Dated somebody twice: I don’t think so 

7) Been cheated on: Not to my knowledge

8) Kissed someone and regretted it: not really

9) Lost someone special: yeah

10) Been depressed: lmao

11) Gotten drunk and puked: actually no! go me

THREE FAVOURITE COLOURS

12) Green

13) Purple

14) Orange

IN THE LAST YEAR YOU HAVE YOU

15) Made new friends: Yes!

16) Fallen out of love: hmm not really 

17) Laughed until you cried: definitely

18) Found out someone was gossiping about you: idk? I always miss things and my Bad Brain makes me forget even if it happened

19) Met someone who changed your life: Yes totally

20) Found out who your true friends are: i guess? idk if there was a situation that necessitated this 

21) Kissed someone on your Facebook list: Yeah?

HOW MANY/MUCH

22) Facebook friends: 494 lol HOW

23) Pets: 0 

:(

24) Want to change your name: Already been there done that so no

WHAT

25) Did I get for my birthday: It was all combined with graduation so idk money?

26) Time I woke up: 7:57 - too late and missed my bus lol

27) Were you doing at midnight: scrolling through tumblr 

28) Can’t you wait for: the day I can get a pet in my new apartment!

29) Was the last time you saw your mom: May 2nd

30) Is something you wish you could change about your life: I wish I had more money and no debt. I also wish I was already in grad school

31) Are you listening to right now: The Middle - Jimmy Eat World

32) Gets on your nerves: small repetitive noises like clicking and tapping 

33) Talked to a person named Tom: ?????

34) Is your most visited website: tumblr

35) Elementary school/primary school: Northwest Christian Academy 

36) High School: TCCHS

37) College: This is all too specific I don’t want y’all to find me 

38) Hair colour: brown

39) Long/short hair: prefer short, but it’s medium rn 

40) Crush: do I have a crush right now? idk. I have from friend crushes tho

41) Do you like about yourself: Uh I think I’m smart so that’s good 

42) Piercings: ears only

43) Blood type: do people usually know this? how do you even find out

44) Nickname: people try to call me Riles some times. It doesn’t usually stick 

45) Relationship status: Single

46) Zodiac: Taurus

47) Pronouns: She/her

48) Favourite show: B99 for the most part 

also ASOUE because it wrecked my whole life and my day

49) Tattoos: none

50) Left or right handed: Left!

FIRST

51) Surgery: wisdom teeth

52) Piercings: ears.

53) Best friend: my roommate

54) Sport: Gymnastics/soccer

55) Vacation: Nana’s house in Mexico I think 

56) Pair of shoes: I’m gonna have to assume baby shoes 

RIGHT NOW

57) Eating: doughnut

58) Drinking: This was the first question.

59) I am about to: get back to work

60) Listening to: Your Bright Baby Blues - Jackson Browne 

61) Waiting for: my 1pm meeting 

62) Want to see: money deposited into my account 

63) Want to get married: uh maybe? I like the idea of a party to celebrate myself and partner, but a lot of other shit goes into being married and idk about that

64) Career: okay okay strap in - 

PhD in Archaeology (ideally connecting archaeology to current cultural anthro), Curator at a museum wherein I get to do research and publish things and also design and exhibit/educational materials related to my research. While also being jointly appointed to a university were I get to teach (preferably undergrads) and help support future anthropologists 

heck yeah

WHICH IS BETTER

65) Hugs/kisses: hugs

66) Lips/eyes: Eyes

67) Taller/shorter: Taller

68) Younger/older: ??

69) Romantic/spontaneous: what does this mean

70) Nice arms/nice stomach: i don’t care?

71) Sensitive/loud: what does this mean 

72) Hookup/relationship: wat

73) Troublemaker/hesitant: WHAT DOES THIS MEAN

HAVE YOU EVER

74) Kissed a stranger: not a total stranger no

75) Drank hard liquor: Yeah

76) Lost glasses/contact lenses: no

77) Turned someone down: Yes

78) Canoodling on a first date: no

79) Broken someone’s heart: idk?.

80) Had your own heart broken: Yes. 

81) Been arrested: No

82) Cried when someone died: Yes

83) Fallen for a friend: yeah that’s my MO

DO YOU BELIEVE IN

84) Yourself: yeah mostly

85) Miracles: yes

86) Santa Clause: No

87) Kisses on a first date: sure

88) Angels: yes

89) Love at first sight: No

OTHER

90) Best friend’s name: Eric

91) Eye colour: Brown

92) Favourite movie: I still say Juno 

[destruxxon]

good boy. (you know damn well its snipe n jin :3

Good boy || Accepting Call the muse a good boy/girl to see their reaction!

It fully catches you off guard, two simple words and your whole brain has stalled on them. You choke on a gasp, the stuttering air coming out as a small groan instead. You turn to look at him, seeing that stupid look fixed on his stupid handsome face pisses you off. Just as quickly as you flush, ears tinged a near crimson, you pull yourself together enough to glare at him.

You approach him from across the room, hands on your hips and lean into his space, close enough to wisp your breath across his lips. Just as he comes in to kiss you, you pull away just as fast and raise one hand to punch him in the arm.

"Don't do that out of nowhere! Say it again!" You pause, and then, pointing a finger up say, "fine, maybe later."

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@patronsxints ♥'d (you get an ectoplasm!)

"Aizawa." He's standing beside the desk, arms crossed and eyes narrowed behind the thick lens of his glasses. He leans over to pull the paper out of the other's already loose grip and places it on the desk with a huff.

"You can barely keep your head up, when's the last time you slept?" Even with his poor vision, he can see the heavy bags.

And, considering he is a mathematician, he knows that the number is much too high.

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Open starter - Jin

He's waiting out on the balcony, one of those nice ones that's outfitted with furniture damn near bolted to the floor. He's smoking, the pack next to him nearing empty and an ash tray with more than a couple fizzled out butts pilling around the rim of it. At first, it seems that he's lost in his own world, gazing up at the clouds, unaware of the eyes on him. But slowly, an easy smirk on his lips as he does, turns to look at the other. He motions with a shrug of his shoulder for them to come closer.

He takes the cig out of his mouth, the smoke lingering between his lips, small furls of grey pluming between the little gaps as he grasps their collar and brings them down for a heated kiss. Smoke billowing out in the air and easing between their lips.

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@4heart ♥'d

The hideout was quiet, not the most common of occurrences, usually the place was filled with the sounds of every day life of a bunch of villains on the run. Chattering, footsteps, a dingy tv either being used for games or to watch the latest news, or cartoons for the youngest of the League members. Speaking of which, Jin was looking for him at just that moment. He had already searched the kitchen and the excuse for a living room they had. The only other place he could think of...

He peeks his head into the dingy "computer room," it was just a laptop on a desk pushed up against the wall so the laptop was always plugged in. It wasn't strong enough to play any of Spinner's games so it was banished to here where its become somewhat of a family computer. Jin squinted his eyes to try and see what the other was doing (old man vision sucked) before he fully entered and looked over Mustard's head to see.

"Webkinz, again?" He sighs. "You aren't wracking up any more debt are you?" He places a hand on top of Mustard's head, gently patting him on the head before he pauses and squints his eyes (this time in old man thought.)

"Hey, when's the last time you brushed your hair?"

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Non-sexual Intimacy || Accepting @bulletshot asked " [ TRACE ] for one muse to trace patterns on the others skin ( snipe n jin "

You usually wake up one of two ways: face smooshed against the side of his neck, leg thrown over his hip and the blankets half kicked off as he scrolls through his phone; or in the bed on your own, sounds coming from outside the door or with the knowledge that the man was off working. You don't often get the opportunity to wake up before him but when you do, you let him rest as you take in the repose of domesticity.

As you watch his chest rise and fall, a hand reaches out and traces over his collar bone, caressing the length of the bone then down his sternum and over his navel. You pick your hand up and move it to touch over the planes of his face. Across his hairline, skimming over his brows then down the slope of his nose. You stop at the cheek not buried into the pillow, and with your pointer finger begin to draw nonsensical patterns into the skin.

Loops, stars, hearts, initials (whose? oh, you know), sliding up to his forehead and then down to his jaw before going back and returning to the masterpiece you're creating. You pause as you feel him shift, glancing over and startling a bit at the now open eyes meeting your own.

"Hey there, how'd you sleep?" You mummer. "Got any ideas for breakfast? I want waffles."

[destruxxon]

open starter - Jin (western verse)

Working a crowd isn't so hard, especially when compared to his old past time of derailing and robbing trains all on his lonesome, it was all about the finesse. He's gotten pretty good at being the charming salesman, drawing eyes to his tinctures and wares, playing the part of such a well mannered and homely honest man with his little quirks and curiosities. It was fun, and he always got to meet the most interesting faces when he drifted through towns.

He whistles low, pointing into the crowd at the next sorry sucker his next client. "You there, well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes? Hideous thing, ain't ya?" He grins, single gold canine glinting in the heavy rays of the sun, tipping the brim of his hat up, just the barest edge of his scar peeking below the rim, to get a better look at the person as he saunters closer to them.

Jin wipes his gloved hands down on his vest before putting it out for a handshake, quickly he turns their hand upwards and presses against the lines in their palms with a pitying shake of his head. "I can tell just from your hands something's ailing ya'! Fit as a fiddle. Memory, weak muscles, consumption even? Worry not, 'cause I've got it all to cure it all! And for you, darling, I'll even cut you a deal."

[destruxxon]

Different Kisses || Accepting @eclipsemuses asked " [ irresistable ] sender taunts receiver by easing closer, promising a kiss, and then backing away, making receiver chase their lips / jin keigo "

He protests with an irate groan when Hawks pulls away from him, not fully but just enough to interrupt the only good part of Jin's day so far. Not that it had been bad perse but it was nothing to write home about, so Hawks showing up with a promised treat for Jin before their "Liberation Lessons" and the indication of a welcome kiss was definitely the highlight. So imagine his utter dismay at being denied such a thing! This has to count as some sort of mistreatment case.

Truly not one above chasing, he leans further in to capture the hero's lips, grabbing him by the collar of his jacket to prevent him from pulling the same shit again. Jin huffs into the kiss, finally satisfied with receiving what he wanted. It doesn't last very long despite the bit of heat he lays into it, separating with no fanfare, just a slightly disgruntled frown.

His fingers stay balled up in the fabric of Hawks' jacket, not demanding his movement just preventing him from shifting away, and he leans their foreheads together as he eyes the other through the opaque fabric covering them. "You're so mean to me. Nicest guy I know. Worst teacher ever, I'm giving you zero stars on Ratemyprofessor. You'll never teach again."

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closed starter - @quirkthieves

Between bites of an oversized parfait, one of the ones that came in the tall elegant glass and was nothing but sugar all the day down in a color that certainly wasn't natural to the world (sure lavender and baby blue are cute but that just ain't normal), he points his spoon at Nagant, tone serious.

"No quirks, no weapons, just pure fists and wits, what's the strongest animal you think you could beat in a fight? Take it out, guns blazing. I think I could at least fight off a wolf or something. Maybe if it's really scrawny, a panther. It would tear me to shreds."

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Lap prompts || @bulletshot asked "[ ADJUST ]: sender sits in the receiver's lap in order to fix their collar or tie or other item of clothing. ( snipe for jin"

You're laid out across the couch, arms folded over your chest and very obviously ignoring the clock on the wall. Your suit is half done up and crumpled, in spite of the likely expensive dry-cleaning it went through, and you huff as you hear the clacking of shoes enter the room.

"Do I have to go to his thing? Can't wait! I'm so excited." You might have changed a tad since getting together, but you can't fully extinguish your hatred for heroes and going to some haughty-taughty gala for the rich and elite of them, that sounds like hell. And your horoscope last week told you to start keeping your peace and being kinder to yourself. Going to this party is the exact opposite of that.

You don't even react as you usually would when the weight of the other settles on you, just looking up with a petulant grimace, as your hands find purchase on his thighs. At least the outfit was nice on him, you almost wish you could just take it off and have way more fun at home as much as you wish you could just lay here and stare at him in his fancy cowboy getup. The bolo tie is a nice touch.

While rough hands smooth down your collar and the wrinkles in your shirt (tie abandoned over the top of it, you hadn't even bothered trying to put it on before you came to wallow on the couch) you sigh, tracing patterns into the bulk of his thigh with one finger. "We should stay home, ya know, take this fancy shit off. Keep it on. Crack out a board game or something, you like Risk, don't you? Monopoly's better. It'll be way more fun, sweetpea." And yes you are pulling out those silly southern nicknames to try and entice him. You're not above that.

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@bulletshot ♥'d

"You must be the cowboy with the huge stab wound." You're not the most tactful person, but the patient in question doesn't look much more phased about the stabbing than you do, so you're not too concerned about being told off for your attitude.

You check the clipboard in one of your hands, the other holding a tray of supplies, as you push the wheeled stool in the corner of the room with your foot closer to the bed. "Oooook, it looks like none of your vital organs were hit, so congrats." You accentuate your words with a little wave of the board.

"I'm just here to change the dressing on your wound while the doc decides what to do with you. So let's get along until then, partner."

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closed starter - @bulletshot

Knocking on the wood of the door frame to catch the young boy's attention, you speak up.

"Get off the ipad and put on your shoes, we're going to the park!"

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@bulletshot ✦

You smirk into the kiss, pleased with yourself over catching him off guard and worming yourself out of trouble with ease. You grasp him at the wrist when the hands find purchase on your hips, almost letting out an exasperated chuckle as he quickly finds contact with your skin, and your hands travel up from the joint, slowly mapping across his forearms, before gripping lightly at his biceps. Pressing your fingers into the fabric of his shirt to feel the form of him underneath it. Not to say that you don't like the way he wears his southern aesthetic, because you really do, but maybe a few more short sleeves should be added to his wardrobe.

As he pulls away, you chase him a bit, breath ghosting over his lips, wanting to take that smirk and meld it with your own. The already short distance, even smaller now. It gets no fuss out of you, when he moves to readjust your stolen goods, not worried for a moment he would take it back. Just happy to lean into the touches and be treated tenderly, returning the gesture with a gentle squeeze to his arms and a cheesy grin.

"Not lucky, but you certainly are special. One of the few mad men, who find me pretty. Even crazier when you're the pretty one. Ugly ass cowboy." You watch his eyes shift, not mentioning anything, but you pocket the reaction as a little something for yourself, a private treasure.

Your laughter comes out like a backwater creek. Slow and methodical, nothing raucous or powerful, but flowing and honest. Murky with something lurking beneath it. "Not too much, no, but what are you going to do for it? Sugar."

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Ask || Always Accepting @blueflamerevenant asked " "One of these days I'm going to start charging you to be your walking lighter. Or space heater. Or stove. Actually that day is today. Hundred yen to light your cig." (@ twice) "

"You drive a hard bargain. What a scam."

He chuckles good naturedly, and places the cig between his lips. He pats himself down for a moment before reaching into his ___ and pulling out a little coin purse. It's shaped like a frog with two black button eyes, he releases the clasp that keeps its mouth shut and a comically long felt tongue flops out as he rummages in it for a few coins. It takes a lot longer to search the tiny bag than needed, and he makes an exaggerated show of pulling out one shiny 500 coin.

He motions for her to open her palm and places the coin in the center of it, egregiously pleased with himself and barely holding back another snicker.

"I'll pay in advance for the space heater too. I'd rather freeze." Spoken around the cigarette hanging from his mouth which he inclines closer to her for his adequately paid for service, cheeky grin bearing his teeth.