thank lord for cinnabuns

RHYS: .... that's a fucking good point omg.

RHYS: I just wanna know why you'd give up your ability to live underwater and talk to fucking fish to go on land and be p much useless.

ROSE: thanks i thought of it myself

Rhys: uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh.

Rhys: Why is Ariel from the Little Mermaid so dumb?

ROSE: red heads -> the devil -> wearing prada -> capitalism? -> capitalism is dumb

😉 What are my muse’s fetishes/kinks?

Oh buddy. He’s so unexplored in this department, but I can give you two spoilers: 

1. Must be able to tolerate him being an ass sometimes. The way he sees things: if someone can withstand him being awful, then they’ll probably stick around through a lot. They’re probably really patient and understanding. That’s the kind of grounding he needs in his life.

2. Must like his humor. It can be a little on edge sometimes, but he can also be a little bit ridiculous. They have to know when he’s serious and when he’s sarcastic (usually he’s sarcastic) and be able to reciprocate accordingly.

HE’S SUCH A HOPELESS ROMANTIC BUT HE PRETENDS TO BE ABOVE IT. DON’T LISTEN TO THE LIES. 

🍬 Is my muse a sub, dom, or switch?

🎆 Is my muse into monogamy?

🌟 What is my muse’s sexual/romantic orientation?

        he groaned dramatically, an arm placed over his eyes at he mention of a pinky promise. it was silly but he still took them seriously. ❝ i guess pinky promises are the only way to guarantee that i’ll keep my word, ❞ he said before holding his pinky out to show that he will in actual fact bury overwatch with rosie, reluctant smile tugged at his lips. sitting up slightly, he watched at the way the other started smiling, glad that he was actually effective in getting the other man to cheer up. ❝ hey, if you’re going to die, what other better way is there than to die by milkshake, right? ❞ he asked with a grin.

he was proud of the groan he got out of the other. it was a solid groan. he was kind of curious when he could get micah to crack, but it was fun seeing him deal with all of this shit. rosie grips their pinky with his own, grinning sheepishly at the other. “thank you. i feel much better now.” he contemplates the other’s question, scratching at the hairs on the back of his neck. “um, death by cone snail? it’s pretty much instantaneous. also less ... farty city.” he doesn’t really allow the joke to settle much before he’s asking, “so where do you wanna get milkshakes?”

“But Rosie!” Abby huffs, thinking for a few minutes. Finally the girl goes over and lays on the lump that had been Rose. Sighing for dramatic effect and letting out a small whimper. “The expect you to binge watch it with me, mhm. Pretty please? Like I’d let you die, you’re one of the few that I enjoy annoying.”

“Come on….please?” Koda’s lips pushing out in a wide pout. Sighing, he crawls under the covers as well, biting down on his bottom lip. “They expect you to hang out with me. And to get into trouble with me, yes. That’s what they expect. So let’s go.”

       ❝ poor you, ❞ he said sympathetically although there was still a hint of amusement in his voice. a soft chuckle left him at the other’s assent before he listed all the conditions. humming, he shrugged. ❝ well if you were dead you wouldn’t know that i took overwatch with me, but i guess i’ll be honourable, ❞  he joked lightly before nodding in response to his question. he tolled his eyes although his gaze had softened some. ❝ of course i would, you loser. you’re sad and milkshakes fix everything. come out of bed please? ❞

the other was very good with rosie. while he was difficult at best most days, he found it rather tiring to be that way around micah. they were just –– infinitely kind. they understood his jokes, they pushed past his rough demeanor, it was. the. worst. he built that barrier in the first place for a reason! “well, that’s why i’m making you promise. now i don’t trust you, now we’ll have to pinky promise.” he urges, a little upset it had to come to this. he notes the real term of endearment here, loser, and a small grin twitches at the corners of his mouth. “i’m lactose intolerant, but ... i can’t say no to a free milkshake.” he sits up, glancing over at the other hesitantly. 

“Oh, so you’re just gonna throw my own words back at me?” he teased, rolling onto his side to face Rosie. “Well, what else was I supposed to do? I’m not strong enough to drag you out of bed, so if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.” He laid his head down on a pillow and looked at Rosie with puppy-dog eyes. “Rosie, I don’t wanna get out of bed!” he whined dramatically.

        ❝ months? oh the sweet torture of delayed gratification, ❞ he replied just as equally before falling onto the bed next to rosie. turning his head, he smiled at his friend slightly. ❝ dying takes a lot more effort, trust me. but if you were really planning on dying, can i have all your ps4 games? i’ll write a nice eulogy for you in return for your kindness, ❞ he joked lightly, nudging his friend. ❝ come on, i’ll buy you a milkshake to make up for the pain. ❞

“that’s what i’m sayin’...” folding his arms over his chest, he stares at the ceiling in mild contempt. in considering the other’s offer, he murmurs a small “sure,” and after a short pause he decides, “but you have to promise to burn the last guardian. and bury me with overwatch. the others are all yours.” at least his eulogy is gonna be kickass. at the other’s offer, his first instinct is to refuse any act of kindness, but ... one of his eyebrows twitches, and the folding of his arms grows a bit stiff. “you’d ... do that for me?”