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THE FACE YOUR MUSE MAKES WHEN HAPPY:

THE FACE YOUR MUSE MAKES WHEN SAD:

THE FACE YOUR MUSE MAKES WHEN THEY SEE SOMETHING THEY WANT:

THE FACE YOUR MUSE MAKES WHEN THEIR BERSERK BUTTON IS PUSHED:

THE FACE YOUR MUSE MAKES WHEN THEY SEE SOMEONE THEY DISLIKE:

                 ✭ ꙳ ⭒ ━ STAR. Not exactly blessed with much more than two entire brain cells ( this one stupid-ass test barely even gave him one (1)!! ), Orion couldn’t grasp his wrong in giving the other an alcoholic drink that was far too tasty. With the amount he’d chugged time after time again he probably evolved into something half wolf half booze at this point━ it took a lot before it started to affect him. The glare, brief as it was, did however cause a pang of guilt deep down in his stomach. Eh, must’ve been the baconator he had before coming here. 

Gliding himself on the stool closest, he finally retreated his hand from out of Achim’s personal space. “I’m Orion━ people ‘round here call me King or Dog too, so take your pick.” Propped on an arm fingers loosely held onto his Mojito as he offered him his complete attention. It seemed like he needed a listening ear, more than he might even realize himself. “Why’s this guy on your ass so much then? He the type to be breathin’ down your fuckin’ neck checkin’ for every little thing?” Cue him slanting forth to sip from the straw too. 

Despite presenting like a full grown ass adult, Achim still found himself idly nibbling the straw of his drink as he listened to this guy talk. Blame it on all those cheap juice boxes e sipped on as a kid, because those would be emptied in the first ten seconds of opening them so the next best thing to do was just chew and nibble on the straw they came with. Still, he was interested, especially now that he had a name to slap unto the face.

Speaking of which, the young wolf couldn’t help a chortle. “Dog?” he asked incredulously “It’s funny cuz when people call me that it’s usually meant like an insult! Also, big way from a ‘king’ to a ‘dog’, don’t cha think?” cue the stronger emphasis on the words and a quick wriggle of his thick brows.

Leaning against the counter as well, he kept on sipping his drink with real thirst, and the liquid in his glass was considerably decreasing by the second. “Ugh, not really, he’s more like ugh... what do you call it.. nitpicking at everything? Today i was moving these crates for him and he tried to scold me for not putting them a little more to the left, but i think he was just trying to find reason not to pay me like we agreed.” a roll of his eyes; quite honestly he didn’t plan on going back on the day’s events. This was mostly why he decided to try hanging out this sort of place when one of his employers suggested it, so he could attempt to relax a bit.

True, it wasn’t exactly the kind of place he’d normally frequent but he’ll try anything in a while. Just like this drink he’d actually already finished. “This was actually good, what was this called again?” he held the glass higher giving it a quick shake and making the icecubes rattle inside it.

“You seem to be in a pretty good mood. I guess you don’t have to deal with nasty people at your job, do you?” was he suddenly more talkative than he usually is? Nah, it’s probably just an impression, he’s just having a good time~!

“-and give your mother the refund to boot!”

The hurled insults landed short of their target as it sped away without apology for Morgan’s puddle soaked hair and attire.Narrowed eyes snap to Marcus at the comment and a finger is pointed .

“Don’t. I swear to God I will not hesitate.”

Exactly what she would not hesitate was left to his imagination.

The old wolf still stared at her in disbelief, almost like a parent would look at their teenage child throwing a fit over something that literally cannot be helped. It did not last though as it was followed by a prolonged sigh as Marcus tried to shake off the puddle water off his hands. He too was soaked in the worst way possible, but the car that splashed them was long gone so... the two of them were left by themselves.

“...i feel like we’re not exactly doing great when it comes to dating eachother...” god, it got all the way to his hair as well. And they were supposed to go grab dinner like this? 

Marcus’ voice claim is Thorin Oakenshield from The Hobbit trilogy.

                 ✭ ꙳ ⭒ ━ STAR. It was in that very moment that Orion knew, he’d fucked up and might’ve just killed a man on accident. Immediately he jolted upright and, at a loss of what else he could do to ease the struggle, he began to repeatedly pat him on his back━ maybe a little too hard. “BREATHE, BRO. FUCKIN’ BREATE!!” Feeling awfully helpless he looked to the bartender for help like a puppy on the side of the street, but having seen her fair share of shit, she wasn’t fazed whatsoever at what was happening. To her it was clear the guy was the furthest from a drinker. 

The wolf’s attention darted back upon hearing the curse words flying rampant, which a good sign in his book, his hand having come to a stop on his back. Oh, thank The Earth-Mother, he hadn’t fucked up as much. “What the fuck do you mean what the heck?! How you gone rock a fuckin’ tattoo on your head and NOT handle your liquor? Fuck. Ok, hold up, I’ma get you some to wash the burn away.” Shooting the bartender another glance he briefly raised two fingers at her. “Two Mojitos, please.” 

Drawing his hand back, he took a hold of the other’s shoulder to push him side to side playfully, as if they’d been buddies for ages. “You good? You fuckin’ scared the shit right outta me. I’m far too pretty to be goin’ to prison, y’know?” 

While he doesn’t generally like to be touched and pushed around by a virtual stranger, the young wolf let it slide this time. By his expression it was obvious he was still not 100% over that awful burning sensation, especially since now it seemed to have moved to his stomach. And was slowly spreading to his extremities.

“UGH! I CAN hold me liquor! I-I-I-It’s ju-just...ugh, not THAT kind o-o-of liquor!” a hand gestures accusingly towards the empty shot glass before turning to stare, yet again, incredulously at this guy. The mention of his head tattoo only made Achim roll his eyes and groan annoyed. “Ugh...that’s two very different things actually?” Ok, first of all, he was unaffected by this stuff, which was both impressive and scary. Second... what was his deal and why was he so friendly?!

When the bartender presented him with another drink, the wolf was, evidently, a lot more suspicious. But after giving it a quick sniff and properly inspecting it, Achim sipped it through the straw while glaring at his companion. Hm, minty and lemony. His expression immediately softens a little.

“Yea, i’m good.” he clears his throat one last time, for good measure. “Ugh.. sorry about that. Guess i’m a bit tired, the guy i’m working for now has been on my butt more than i though. So, ugh.. overreacted...” A hand came up to scratch the side of his head.

...Why does he feel so personally attacked right now? A hand rose to rub over the band aid that covered a small cut on his chin. He usually wouldn’t have bothered with it, but each time he moved his jaw to talk the cut would reopen and it became annoying after one day.

“...You kept staring, i just-... just-..ugh...”

“DON’T YOU DARE LET GO OR I’LL PISS ON YA GRAVE!”