Dallas Walker !

That is until he runs into Sylvia.

Now, Dallas really isn’t meant to be in this part of the tower, but he was hungry, and wanted food from the fridge. So now he has to get himself out of this.

“Hey, gorgeous.” He purrs.

- @lone-star-player

Sylvia was simply going on with her day as usual, or as usual as a superhero could. Either way, she was handling some chores to keep busy around the tower and was currently moving to go and relax after finishing some cleaning in the kitchen.

Only to bump into someone she's never seen before, and right away he began to hit on her. She blinked, confused and looking around briefly, wondering if anyone else was around before her eyes landed on him finally.

"... Who are you and how did you get in here?" She asks slowly, eyeing him a bit warily. Should she call for someone?? What was happening? How the hell did someone break into the avengers tower??

I see him sometimes. He’s usually out on his stupid missions and doesn’t have time for a fuckup like me.

- @lone-star-player

- @lone-star-player

○○○○○ | ATTRACTION

●●●●● | AFFECTION

●●●●○ | INTEREST

●●●●● | LOYALTY

●●●○○ | TRUST

- @lone-star-player

○○○○○ | ATTRACTION

●●●●● | AFFECTION

●●●●○ | INTEREST

●●●●● | LOYALTY

●●●○○ | TRUST

- @lone-star-player

○○○○○ | ATTRACTION

●●●●● | AFFECTION

●●●●○ | INTEREST

●●●●● | LOYALTY

●●●○○ | TRUST

OPEN RP

The bar door creaked open, spilling the faint tunes and neon light from the sign into the downpour. Usually Cassius loved weather like this, but not when he was drunk. He stepped out, boots dragging, a wing bent awkwardly over his head to avoid the harsh rain. It hit hard, soaking the streets and making visibility hard- but his feathers caught most of it. Didn't help him look any less wrecked though. He doesnt remember how much he drank- 2, 3? 5? Didnt matter anyways. His breath fogged in the cold night air as the rain continued to come down just as violently.

"Should've stayed inside," he muttered to himself, voice slurred as his boots scuffed the pavement in uneven strides. He stumbled once and caught himself on a street light pole, his wings trying to keep him upright. He glanced up at the sky as if it owed him something. He staggered onto the street, reluctantly leaving the poles side as his boots splashed through the puddles. The stoplight blinked red, but he didnt notice. His breathing was shallow, the alcohol smell still reeking from his mouth. The city blurred around him- he didnt know if it was the alcohol or the rain. A car then screeched. Horn blaring as it came to a quick stop. He noticed someone getting out the car.

har har har har har har 🐻🎩

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