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What’s the lie your character says most often?

How loosely or strictly do they use the word ‘friend’?

How often do they show their genuine emotions to others versus just the audience knowing?

What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss?

Can they cry on command? If so, what do they think about to make it happen?

What’s their favorite [insert anything] that they’ve never recommended to anyone before?

What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?

How loose is their use of the phrase ‘I love you’?

Do they give tough love or gentle love most often? Which do they prefer to receive?

What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?

If someone was impersonating them, what would friends / family ask or do to tell the difference?

What’s something that makes them laugh every single time? Be specific!

When do they fake a smile? How often?

How do they put out a candle?

What’s the most obvious difference between their behavior at home, at work, at school, with friends, and when they’re alone?

What kinds of people do they have arguments with in their head?

What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them?

Who do they love truly, 100% unconditionally (if anyone)?

What would they do if stuck in a room with the person they’ve been avoiding?

Who do they like as a person but hate their work? Vice versa, whose work do they like but don’t like the person?

What common etiquette do they disagree with? Do they still follow it?

What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character?

What do they feel guilty for that the other person(s) doesn’t / don’t even remember?

Did they take a cookie from the cookie jar? What kind of cookie was it?

What subject / topic do they know a lot about that’s completely useless to the direct plot?

How would they respond to being fired by a good boss?

What’s the worst gift they ever received? How did they respond?

What do they tell people they want? What do they actually want?

How do they respond when someone doesn’t believe them?

When they make a mistake and feel bad, does the guilt differ when it’s personal versus when it’s professional?

When do they feel the most guilt? How do they respond to it?

If they committed one petty crime / misdemeanor, what would it be? Why?

How do they greet someone they dislike / hate?

How do they greet someone they like / love?

What is the smallest, morally questionable choice they’ve made?

Who do they keep in their life for professional gain? Is it for malicious intent?

What’s a secret they haven’t told serious romantic partners and don’t plan to tell?

What hobby are they good at in private, but bad at in front of others? Why?

Would they rather be invited to an event to feel included or be excluded from an event if they were not genuinely wanted there?

How do they respond to a loose handshake? What goes through their head?

What phrases, pronunciations, or mannerisms did they pick up from someone / somewhere else?

If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?

What do they commonly misinterpret because of their own upbringing / environment / biases? How do they respond when realizing the misunderstanding?

What language would be easiest for them to learn? Why?

What’s something unimportant / frivolous that they hate passionately?

Are they a listener or a talker? If they’re a listener, what makes them talk? If they’re a talker, what makes them listen?

Who have they forgotten about that remembers them very well?

Who would they say ‘yes’ to if invited to do something they abhorred / strongly didn’t want to do?

Would they eat something they find gross to be polite?

What belief / moral / personality trait do they stand by that you (mun) personally don’t agree with?

What’s a phrase they say a lot?

Do they act on their immediate emotions, or do they wait for the facts before acting?

Who would / do they believe without question?

What’s their instinct in a fight / flight / freeze / fawn situation?

What’s something they’re expected to enjoy based on their hobbies / profession that they actually dislike / hate?

If they’re scared, who do they want comfort from? Does this answer change depending on the type of fear?

What’s a simple daily activity / motion that they mess up often?

♱- Back in London, same path he always took. No train, no plane, just the old walkway that had gone forgotten by man and mage. Quiet prayer to Henry was muttered on the way there as he made his way to see Eoin.

He was nervous, but when was he not, and moving in the dusk streets of London only reminded him of the onslought of operation anti gen some years ago. The reek of that- awful ashy blood, all the good men who had been brutally slain, and the hope that that it did something that they had not tried to repopulate and made all those lives lost in vain.

He's in his usual cassock, with a small coat over it, tousled blond curls as he waits by where he was asked, breath is quick and uneasy. But none the less he does give a shaky smile seeing Eoin- the gentlemen is very tall, a dip of his head as he moves to extend a hand to shake.

No human remembered that time.

Just him. Why did he know? Why did he remember?

He's in his own mind he doesn't even register the fact pubs inevitably implied alcohol. Blinking as he slowly caught up.

He felt somewhat conscious about indulging in one's vices infront of Gabriel but apparently not enough to avoid doing it entirely.

♱- Back in London, same path he always took. No train, no plane, just the old walkway that had gone forgotten by man and mage. Quiet prayer to Henry was muttered on the way there as he made his way to see Eoin.

He was nervous, but when was he not, and moving in the dusk streets of London only reminded him of the onslought of operation anti gen some years ago. The reek of that- awful ashy blood, all the good men who had been brutally slain, and the hope that that it did something that they had not tried to repopulate and made all those lives lost in vain.

He's in his usual cassock, with a small coat over it, tousled blond curls as he waits by where he was asked, breath is quick and uneasy. But none the less he does give a shaky smile seeing Eoin- the gentlemen is very tall, a dip of his head as he moves to extend a hand to shake.

Why was he scared?

"Yes.. It's funny I come here semi-frequently, Vatican's constantly having to take things out of the British Museum's hand, and as the antiquarian you can imagine." He rambled, beginning to walk with the other man. He remembered the nights of anti gen.

It still shook him awake, the sound of brittle gunfire, incendiery rounds- intended as anti tank munition, relegated to try and fend the parasites off.

"It's fine, it's cooler than southern france and Rome."

Eoin chuckled, being among the countless with a less-than-positive opinion of the British Museum. As the two began walking and talking, Eoin's eyes went between Gabriel and the various signs they were passing. Damn it; he should've thought a about lunch for the two of them.