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1. Smoking: the action or habit of inhaling and exhaling the smoke of tobacco or a drug. 2. Binge drinking: the consumption of an excessive amount of alcohol in a short period of time. 3. Drug abuse: the habitual taking of illegal drugs. 4. Nail biting: a common body language sign of anxiety/tension. 5. Lip biting: a common body language sign of anxiety/tension. 6. Night owl: a person who is habitually active or wakeful at night. 7. Early bird: a person who rises, arrives or acts before the usual or expected time. 8. Negative attitude: a philosophy of approaching life with criticism and pessimism. 9. Positive attitude: a philosophy of approaching life with optimism and confidence. 10. Swearing: the use of offensive language. 11. Superstitious: an irrational belief that an object, action, or circumstance not logically related to a course of events influences its outcome. 12. Inspecting fingernails: a common body language sign of boredom. 13. Scratching your neck: a common body language sign of uncertainty. 14. Foot and finger tapping: a common body language sign of stress/impatience. 15. Nose touch: a subtle body language sign of deceit. 16. Flipping hair: a common body language sign of craving attention. 17. Twirling hair: a common body language sign of flirtation. 18. Cracking knuckles: a common body language sign of readiness. 19. Hands behind back: a common body sign of confidence. 20. Finger pointing: a common body language sign of authority. 21. Hands on hips: a common body language sign of readiness. 22: Hands in pockets: a common body language sign of mistrust/reluctance. 23. Frequent touch: a common body language sign of warmth/familiarity. 24. Throat-clearing: a common body language sign of rejection/doubt. 25. Jaw-clenching: a common body language sign of hostility. 26. Eye-rolling: a common body language sign of irritation. 27. Head-tilt: a common body language sign of interest. 28. Whistling: to emit high-pitched sound by forcing breath through a small hole between one’s lips or teeth; usually to a tone. 29. Humming: make a low, steady continuous sound like that of a bee; usually to a tune. 30. Perfectionism: refusal to accept any standard short of perfection. 31. Photographic memory: the ability to remember information or visual images in great detail. 32. Paranoia: a mental condition characterized by delusions of persecution, unwarranted jealousy, or exaggerated self-importance, typically worked into an organized system. 33. Exaggeration: a statement that represents something as better or worse than it really is. 34. Intuitive: using or based on what one feels to be true even without conscious reasoning; instinctive. 35. Quick-witted: showing or characterized by an ability to think or respond quickly and effectively. 36. Interrupting: breaking the continuity of a conversation with one’s own statements. 37. Doodling: to scribble or make rough drawings, absent-mindedly. 38. Irritable: having or showing a tendency to be easily annoyed. 39. Gambling: to play games of chance for money; bet. 40. Travel-sick: suffering from nausea caused by the motion of a moving vehicle, boat, or aircraft. 41. Sensitive: having or displaying a quick and delicate appreciation of others’ feelings. 42. Melancholy: a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause. 43. Chewing gum: the exercise of chewing flavoured gum which is not intended for swallowing. 44. Fidgeting: to make small movements, especially of the hands and feet, through nervousness or impatience. 45. Skeptical: not easily convinced; having doubts or reservations. 46. Neat-freak: compulsively obsessed with cleanliness. 47. Gossiping: divulging personal information about others. 48. Prim: feeling or showing disapproval of anything regarded as improper; stiffly correct. 49. Abbreviating: giving others nicknames/shortening names/giving pet names. 50. Having a catchphrase: having a sentence or phrase typically associated with a specific person.

          AH – !

     ———– roll whirls around on her heel, looking SURPRISED and slightly SHEEPISH. she wasn’t expecting him to … to be here, considering. it’s HARD to tell the emotions in her brother’s eyes through his thick black sunglasses, it feels kind of EXPOSING.

     “ um– no– ” she stammers, wringing her hands. “ i was just watching the sunset. ” she’s a bad liar. roll looks and sounds STRAINED, nervous, and it’s obvious on her face. 

— He chuckled- sitting down and beckoning for his sister to do the same, he appeared relaxed as ever. Always cool and collected nowadays, he chose not to expose the way he truly felt through any way other than words. It was a moment of vulnerability, something he was too afraid of. His shades protected any tears, and with an A.I. 

— Still, just for the moment, he took his shades off to look Roll in the eye, taking a moment to allow his optics to adjust to the light. Though his damaged eyes made things blurry, the colors all too bright, it was for her sake, just to truly communicate with her without his personal barrier in the way.

@corroir​ tapped that heart for a starter

     ————– the sun is LOW in the sky and roll is at the beach that’s about a fifteen minute walk from mega city. she watches the sun DIP below the horizon, envisioning it SWALLOWED up by the waters, SIZZLING out like it was tossed in a DEEP FRYER. she looks … TIRED. weirdly enough for roll herself. roll is supposed to be the BUBBLY one. the optimistic one. she’s SUPPOSED to support everyone.

  but … she’s not even SECONDARY. she’s TERTIARY. she’s left in the dust. she’s alone.

— Blues would love to say he wasn’t a stranger to comforting others, but if he said he was, he’d be lying. It wasn’t to say he hadn’t rubbed the backs of sobbing mothers, of children with broken legs and lost family, passed tissues and bars of chocolate, but to actually sit down with someone and try to help? To ask ‘what’s wrong’ in a comforting voice? No, he’d be too afraid to even offer. He’d be damned if he didn’t try for his baby sister.

— Hands on his hips, Blues watched his sister from the crest of the sands. With the way the dying light traveled through her hair, synthetic as it was, the golden sheen it gave off almost made her look angelic silhouetted against the bleeding sunset. He whistled a low note, quiet and hushed as he took a couple steps towards her, eventually standing a few feet behind her.

“Ooh, fair enough. Food is good, man.” He chuckled, eyeing the red machine-like boy with some sort of sense of – well. They seemed to have enough in common. And they definitely got along.

Stopping short at the thought of currency – Of course he’d need money. Of course! Were US dollars even viable here?

Besides, usually he’d take his treats when he could… But he couldn’t just… steal when someone was talking to him.

“What’s the currency around here?” He reached into his pocket to dig around for anything. “The answer’s probably no, though.”

— “Man, you’re really not from around here, are you?” He wasn’t surprised to see a foreigner. Plenty always came around this time of year for the celebration- who wouldn’t? After all, it may not be a national holiday, but it was pretty widely celebrated by most citizens. Megaman was a hero, one that most people knew well.

Snort – “Me too. Though, if I were at home, I’d probably be doing just that.” 

It was true. And his mother would probably tell him to get outside more, as well. Better not to be a couch potato and think about his regrets. At least… not today.

A shrug of his arms – he was going to move faster for a second, and then saw just how slow the other strolled, following suit.

There were quite a few kids here. It must’ve been a big thing for them. Was Mega Man that popular with the children?

“I’m a huge fan of sugar as well.” Showing his teeth with a grin. And then he sniffed at the air. “… As well as fried food. Is that fried dough?”

— “Ah, yeah, me too. Half the reason I even came for the first three years was because it’s my little brother’s birthday, you know? So I didn’t really care, and I was more like a security guard, but fuck it, why waste good food?” He crossed his arms behind his head, the movement casual as ever.

— Of course, the first time Rock’s birthday was celebrated publicly, he was the one who destroyed public property and almost killed several people. But then again, that was because of an existential crisis. He had a lot of those.

“Mm, that kinda thing must be rough.” He smiled, though, skipping alongside cheerily. He couldn’t imagine being that self-conscious, or doubtful, or… any of that. He thought he was pretty okay… The other spoke with hints of machine – but seemed humanlike. Regardless, neither bothered Bart.

And hey, he was making a new friend!

“They only don’t get to have fun like this ‘cuz they’re meanies.“

— “‘S not too bad. My crippling depression may prevent me from completing basic self care, but I can also do reckless heroics without worrying about my own life because I don’t care anyways.” 

— Another laugh escaped his mouth and he crossed his arms behind his head, stretching with a tiny noise of effort as he strolled, posture casual and rather effortless compared to the other’s positivity.

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“Straight? In this economy? ”

His fingernails were painted in the rainbow as well (props to Cissie for knowing exactly what to do, there) and his cheeks were equally as glittery as Blues. This? This was the very definition of a blast.

Shame, most certainly, was not in Bart’s vocabulary.  “No thanks. I’d rather stop existing.”

— “I’d rather stop existing than do a lot of things, but being straight is pretty high on the list.” He laughed, a musical sound despite the slight robotic grain in his otherwise humanlike and childish voice, rolling back on his heels and taking hold of the fabric around his neck to hoist it up in the air- and over his head.

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“Yeah, if you don’t mind –!” And a joyous celebration it was – were heroes usually honored so highly like this? He supposed – the ones who mattered, anyway – they were a beacon of hope.

A light in the dark.

There weren’t a lot of those. This so-called Mega Man – might’ve been one of the very few. If he remembered right, according to what he’d seen, robots were pretty commonplace here – though humans were still more common – and Mega Man was one of the androids.

It wasn’t like he was fully ‘human’ himself.

“What’s the best kind?”

— “’Course I don’t! I’m here to have fun, not sit in the corner and brood.” Not for today, anyways. He could brood later. He already did a lot of that. 

— With a little chuckle, he beckoned in his direction as he began to walk, though slow to allow the other to see the sights and move smoothly through the crowd- especially considering the volume of children that could be hurt and heavy Robot Masters that can and would hurt.

— “Good food? On the Mega “Rock” Man’s birthday? You heard right, buddy. “ The annual celebration of the city hero was always filled with festivities. Carnival games, goldfish scooping, masks and merchandise, you name it. But what was most notable was always the food. Street food was always a celebratory staple, and he was almost completely sure that no one walked in and out of this festival without something to eat.

— Being seen wasn’t his favorite thing. In fact, it made him incredibly nervous, uncomfortable, the way his eyes glowed in dim light making him a target to everyone who took a glance at him, human or not. Placing his hand on one of the crumbling pillars, he looked back at her, eyes half-lidded as he tucked another arm to his stomach and somewhat folded in, making himself as small as possible.