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1. aggressive kiss

     ❝ You’re reaaaaaaaaally getting on my nerves now, Rhys~!!! ❞

       Wearing a smile too cheerful to truly represent the evil within, Nicolette stares down at the man below her. Sitting on his ass, appearing shocked while blood poured from his nose, Rhys looked at his absolute best like this. It came as no surprise to her that someone so pathetic could look so good sitting in the dirt. This was where Rhys belonged. Did he really think he deserved to stand beside her — as if he were better? As if he was worth more? Hah! What a fucking joke! It seemed like Rhys needed a good wake up call, and who better than to provide it than Nicolette?

He was worth nothing.

Send a number to my ask box along with a character of your choice, and I’ll draw up the ensuing ensemble! (If the character chosen wouldn’t wear the option given… go ahead and sub in something else!)

DRAW YOUR CHARACTER WEARING…

Underwear

Casual clothes

Work uniform

Night clothes

Swimwear

Formal gala garb

Lounging, lazy-time stuff

A party outfit

Date night threads

Something outdoorsy

Interview outfit

Tourist/travel wear

A costume!

Their sick day scrubs

Summer clothes

Winter clothes

Um, spring clothes?

Why not - fall clothes!

Workout wear

Last minute throw-ons

The most expensive thing they own

A fig leaf

[ Well, at least she wasn’t afraid of heights. And being stuck on a ferris wheel wasn’t so bad! At least she could take the time to view the scenery.

Or, better yet. ] 

“Would you be mad at me if I tried to swing the gondola?”

“I'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ɢᴜʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ!”

        It was akin to the adrenaline rush of that downing seventh whiskey from the dare of a few mutually inebriated buddies at the expense of the following morning’s hangover. Thunderous pounding in his temples were reminiscent to the quick strike of an empty glass hitting the bar counter. Gods of the sea continued an endless mid-war battle in his stomach and goddamn; he wanted to hurl. As unwilling eyes opened from prolonged immobility, his vision blurred and sharpened until it found the proper adjustment. Lifting his torso provided a beastly groan and a quick grasp to his head like so many times prior. This was, however, like no previous late-night binge. He arose not to the familiar atmosphere of his room, but instead a room that was far too cold, far too white, and smelled far too much like cleaning solution. 

        ‘’ What the hell? ‘’ He murmured in clear irritation. Vision wandered his surroundings with an unhindered confusion and this brought only additional annoyance. While everything about what happened before he awoke and why he awoke here was unclear, there was a single fact he was solidly aware of: 

                                      Handsome Jack had died. 

                                                                               But.. no, no. Heroes.. heroes don’t die. 

         Enraged, Jack threw off the hospital sheets from his lap and got himself dressed in a hurry. Making a b-line for the exit ( along the way ignoring the shouts of multiple nurses ), he found himself surrounded by citizens at the entrance of the hospital. Providing the drop of his jaw in disbelief, the ( previous? ) CEO furrowed his brow at the sight. This wasn’t Helios, nor Pandora for that matter. Perhaps one of the Edens he had not yet visited? He scowled as his sight flew back and forth to find some sort of sign of his location ( or perhaps he was looking for a sign that this was just a shitty, unhinged dream ). With a glimpse from his peripheral vision, Jack caught something of familiarity; Hyperion yellow and ECHOeye blue. 

     That is, until a strikingly familiar voice calls out to him from a short distance away.      He’s momentarily locked in place, attention pulled from whatever was going through      his mind at that second as he can only focus on this man, right here, approaching      without hesitation. How he was able to recognize him for one of his own employees,      Rhys wouldn’t know ( or maybe he did, but really now. ), but god if he wasn’t too       dumbstruck to think clearly.

     Hands trembling, mismatched eyes sweep over the visage of this man before him,      whom of which is very irritated, very in his face, and most definitely living and in the      flesh. Rhys honestly wasn’t sure how to react aside from gawking and wanting to      take a much-needed step away from Jack, though he’s interacted with some form of      him long enough to know that showing cowardice was the worst possible thing one      could do.

     ⟨ I-I-- Hhhhah, wh-- How is this. I don’t---, ⟩ is the most he can stand to mutter out      when faced with someone who should be referred to as a ghost at the moment. For      a good second, Rhys thought he was just seeing and hearing things, certainly not      unlike that fated encounter in a rundown Atlas facility so many months ago. 

     Talk about the worst and most unwelcome case of deja vu, right? Nonetheless, Rhys      straightens up as best as he can in the face of kinda, maybe, probably certain death      in order to respond.