Jasper P. Sullivan

@scatteredstart As much as Vas enjoyed scoping out the more innocent citizens at the cantina, she also had caught wind of another place to get a drink in town. One with a much more…interesting crowd to say the least. As a result, she decided to go check out Fangtasia. However, when she was presented with a cocktail menu at the burlesque club’s bar, the brunette felt a bit puzzled. The tavern in the sleepy little village her father’s mountain overlooked had very few options for drinks, and none of them were as creative as the ones presented on the menu. Spotting someone next to her, she turned towards them, figuring that maybe they would be able to give a good recommendation. “Good evening.” She greeted, tilting her head to the side and innocently blinking up at them through her long lashes. “What are you planning on ordering?”

Jasper was definitely in need of a drink, it had been a weird time and none of the doors he opened seemed to take him back home. He found a place that he could get a drink and went inside, eyeing the menu up and down. “Why is food and drinks here so...weird” he scrunched up his nose in disgust. He hardly noticed someone speaking to him, but once he did he let out an exasperated sigh and shrugged “well considering they don't sell spiderleg swirl or toxic graywater I'm kind of stumped”.

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     Something adjacent to surprise, but close to it, spurred in Kendall when he glanced up for a second glance to the stranger & realized he was walking towards him. He was a fish out of water when it came to “human” interactions - and Kendall knew how humans typically reacted to monsters, unsure just how hard he should try to blend in. Unsure if he even could ‘blend in’, if an attractive human was going to be approaching him so boldly. Fingers drummed against the laminate of the menu as Kenny watched him slide across from him, a tentative smile rising – 

   only to immediately fall from his face. That voice- that voice, and those eyes… Kendall once more was awash with a sense of nostalgia, and this time, it didn’t fetter away before placing. He could almost swear it was exactly like Jasper’s… and with the realization, color drained from Ken’s face & he immediately tried to camouflage to disappear from sight as he could as a monster. A moment passed, wordlessly, eyes widened, before Kendall realized his little trick had failed. He wasn’t blending in with the booth seat at all, no - he was painfully & clearly very visible. “I wasn’t… staring,” He finally answered, swallowing his nerves and lifting his chin slightly, trying to play it cool. Maybe it wasn’t Jasper. It couldn’t be, right? That would be impossible. “And if I was, you’d only know if you were, too.”

As he continued to smirk at the attractive guy in front of him, watching his every move intently and trying to figure him out, he liked to study people’s reaction, it made it easier for him to plan his next move. Every move Jasper made had to be perfectly planned out so that he could guarantee a successful outcome in almost every situation he got put in.

Jasper’s brows furrowed slowly and his smile faltered a bit as he noticed the color draining from him and suddenlt his eyes went wide, and he stared at him, it looked like he glitched and he couldn’t figure out why “are you okay-” he was asking when he heard him speak. Immediately he got goosebumps and the realization on who this handsome “stranger” was hit him like a ton of bricks.

He thought about not saying anything, but he couldn’t hold his tongue, he never could, it often got him into trouble. “Kendall?” he asked softly, his gaze full of confusion and worry as he watched him.

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    The food in the town was nothing to write home about - literally, since doing that was apparently impossible, anyway. Kendall wasn’t sure how he’d managed to get through a door to the human world, but since he’d landed there, figuring out how to navigate the new body & his new surroundings had proven to be almost more effort than it was worth. Even in Monstropolis, Kenny wasn’t the best of cooks, so he found himself seated at a dining establishment, lips pursed in disappointment at the menu offering of meals. No howling hamachi or sharkfin soba or spider rolls at all - instead of continuing his indecisive staring down, his blue eyes moved upwards, scanning the lightly populated dining area until landing on another lone man a couple tables down. Double-taking, Kendall stared for a moment - something about the eyes, the piercing blue, almost made something nostalgic stir in Kenny’s mind… but as soon as it arose, it passed, and the monster frowned slightly. He couldn’t place whatever that was, and was about to look away when he realized he’d been caught in his all-too-obvious staring. Offering a half smile, Kenny let their gazes hold for a second longer, before slowly redirecting back down to the menu. 

Jasper had wandered around until he spotted the diner, suddenly his stomach grumbled and he decided to head inside, finding a booth he slid in. It took him far too long to order food ‘what the hell is a cheeseburger?’ he thought to himself and begrudgingly ordered it and a drink. He was there for awhile waiting to see if anyone he knew showed up that could explain what the hell was going on. The door made a ding noise and he ignored it, having given up all hope by the point. After the minute something told him to look, so he did, and locked eyes with a guy in a booth across the way, something about him immediately made his heart race and he decided to seize the opportunity. Heading over to him he slid into the booth across from him and smiled at him “I noticed you staring” he teased, his grin never leaving his face.

[ dacre montgomery, cis man, he/him. ] ✧･ﾟ is that [ jasper p. sullivan ] who just stumbled into town? rumour has it that they’re the [ twenty eight ] year old child of [ james p sullivan ] from [ monsters inc ]. i’ve also heard that they’re [ hard working ] but [ cocky ] and have [ 1 ] sibling(s). i could almost swear i heard [ good kid by formal vandal ] playing when they appeared. [ red, 27, pst, she/her. ]

TW;; abandonment

Ive been swapping morals in for favours

Ive been making real bad choices

Mama raised me right, but she ain't here tonight

When it comes down to it i'm a

Good kid just dying to be