CHERRY BOMB

name: ｢ aki ｣ birthday: ｢ january 31st ｣ gender: ｢ male?  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ｣ orientation: ｢ pansexual ｣ age: ｢ 21 ｣ face claim: ｢ akise aru ｣

favorite soda: ｢ cranberry ginger ale ｣ favorite candy: ｢ reece’s, maybe?  ｣ favorite pizza: ｢ pineapple ｣ favorite salad dressing: ｢ ranch ｣ favorite meal: ｢ i just like when andy cooks for me ｣

best memory: ｢ just generic stuff with andy and my best friends probably hhh  ｣ best friend(s): ｢ @triggerheart​ , @fearsgerms​ @fearsclowns​ ｣ 

best relative: ｢ my uncle  ｣ best pet: ｢ juno (siberian husky) and nikki (american bulldog/pitbull) i love my girls so much ｣ best celebrity: ｢ i dont care honestly ｣

one random fact about you: ｢ im really tall  ｣ one random fact about your day: ｢ i just made an amv of one of my best friends x roxanne from the goofy movie.  ｣ one random fact about your job/school: ｢ im a supervisor at a doggie daycare + a pre-pharmacy student ｣ one random fact about your favorite tv show: ｢ its the only good dub imo ｣ one random fact you wish was a fact but it isn’t: ｢ i have a stable career and income ｣

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certainly an amazing sight, not at all something one might expect to see simply in passing. perhaps it was ignorant of him to stare; a rather impertinent instinct left him rooted even as she shuffled to cover it yet no matter. her smile is met with a dainty one of his own and a dismissive wave of his hand.  explosive currently nestled in her grip did establish a reasonable concern; Bradley would just take her words for current value. “no worries, I’ve seen stranger, seriously. I can sort of praise you; doubt anyone is expecting a surprise under the eyepatch.”

SHE DIDN'T BOTHER to hide her surprise, although outwardly, she recovered quickly. To be PERFECTLY honest, she had expected this stranger to take off RUNNING. Screaming may or may not have been included in her expectations. His cool reaction, however, made her MORE cautious than she would have been if he HAD taken off. After all, running away was a much more NATURAL reaction. Still, he hadn’t done anything SUSPICIOUS, and it didn’t seem like he planed on REPORTING her. 

                    ‘ looks like a simple explosive to me… then again, you should                       never judge a book by its cover. guessing it packs more of                       a punch than anyone would be expecting. ‘

                                   he narrows in a glance at the little package in between her                                    fingertips. it was quite the elaborate bit of chemistry wrapped                                    nicely in a covert bundle. this wasn’t her first time doing this.

                    ‘ what business would you have carrying that around in your                       back pocket, hm ? ‘

INTERNALLY, she was amused. Her back pocket was the LEAST conspicuous place she hid her explosives. Outwardly, she remained tense, alert. Most police she encountered were immediately CONCERNED when they realized she was armed with explosives, but this particular individual seemed decently CALM. It only made her more CAUTIOUS.

She could claim she carried them for self defense, but a BOMB was a pretty drastic and uncommon weapon for everyday dangers. She decided to be at least slightly honest, although she ALSO decided to not reveal just how strong her weapons were; by looks alone they could pass for fireworks.

THE PRESENCE OF this newcomer surprised her. His attire and the way he carried himself made it clear he wasn’t a DELINQUENT like the rest of the gang, but he was no business man either. He was DANGEROUS, part of the criminal underworld in some way. Despite his friendly words and lack so far of any indication to cause any harm, because of this, Nice remained on guard. 

meme // accepting

meme // accepting

⊗ : What is something that causes them to question themself?

Although her insecurities are much less severe than they were when she was younger, occasionally, Nice still finds herself hyper aware of the stares she gets from strangers. For the most part, shes able to ignore them, but occasionally, a particularly inconsiderate person will momentarily send her self esteem plummeting again.

It was only when her eyepatch had flipped back to cover the hole where her eye SHOULD have been, glasses settling back against her nose, that she noticed the the presence of another person. Quickly realizing that whoever this was may very have well seen her just pull a BOMB out of her EYE SOCKET, she gave the friendliest smile possible, raising her hands to show she meant no harm.

There was no mistaking the resemblance. Standing before her was a man who had somehow escaped the most INESCAPABLE prison in existence. A HIGHLY DANGEROUS, wanted criminal. 

He was also Chane's father and, being so, had been amicably introduced to her recently. 

He wasn't the WARMEST person she'd ever met by far, but hey, neither was Chane, and Nice considered her pretty much her CLOSEST FRIEND. With that in mind, she had decided to see if she could get Huey to warm up a little more. 

                                     HE WINCED SLIGHTLY upon catching sight of the various beakers laid out before her.  It wasn’t as if it was an  UNEXPECTED  sight, in fact there was probably nothing more  EXPECTED  when it came to Nice.  Even so, it never failed to make Jacuzzi  WORRY.  Trying to shake off the  ANXIOUS  thoughts, he approached Nice, gently setting a mug on the table in front of her.  

                                    “  Hey, Nice. ”  He greeted equally  GENTLY.  “  You were workin’ so hard, I thought you could use this.  ”  He tilted his own mug to gesture towards hers.  “  It’s jus’ some tea, but it was John who made it, so don’t go thankin’  ME.  “  He tilted the mug to his mouth, mumbling these words around the ceramic rim.   He seemed to stiffen a bit at Nice’s words, brown eyes  WIDENING  slightly. “  Somethin’ ya wanted to talk about  ?  ”  (  That reminds me  …  )  all at once he was suddenly and  OVERWHELMINGLY  aware of the item in his pocket.  A hand quickly darted to cover it with his palm through the fabric of his pants.  “  O - oh yeah  ?  A - a - actually I had somethin’ I wanted to talk about too.  W - well, that is  ⸺  uh, y - you go first, though  !  ”

Nice's anxiety HEIGHTENED at Jacuzzi's words. There was no way he could know what she had to say, logically, but her thoughts still raced FRANTICALLY, her heart beating a bit faster. She focused her eye on the tea, FORCING herself to calm down. This was JACUZZI. There was no way he'd react badly. And if he did, well... 

Her golden locks shook as she pushed the idea out of her mind. He wouldn't. Forcing a smile, she turned her gaze back to Jacuzzi, too lost in her own thoughts to notice just how incredibly nervous he looked.