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Is that your Geiger counter, or are you just happy to see him?
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“You can’t use that inorganic hair gel, try the hair wax instead.” — Pacifica
Unprompted asks //
"I'm not lookin' for suggestions! Especially not from YOU, girl." Gideon eyes her up and down. For a family stuck on priding themselves on good looks, she's got a long way to go.
"What does a guy have to do to get some decent hair products around here? I can't go out there looking like this!"
"The Pines Family would'a been fine without all these twins. I mean, after one kid, what's the point? Just makes everyone's lives a little bit harder."
Rows of teeth are shown as all fur raises. This was not a good person. Ace had judged and decided in less than two sniffs.
"And who might you belong to, mutt?"
He smirked. The way the dog bore its teeth was pathetic. Poor puppy, he thought, so unaware of the clear and present danger that stood before him.
"As if you could even tell me." Talking to a fucking dog, huh? A new low, that's for sure. Was he truly that lonely?
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@screenviolense sent: ❛ boy, you’re everything they say, ain’t ya? ❜ from lois lane perhaps.
America's Favourite Son smiled. His teeth were white, his cheeks rounded from the grin he sported. He had practiced well. A Hollywood smile.
"Well, I don't know if I'd say that," he said, feigning humility, "but I do my best to live up to my reputation."
He pushed a gloved hand forward for her to shake, back straight. Media meetings were of the utmost importance. He couldn't afford to fuck this up and end up on Lois Lane's shitlist. If he didn't make a good impression, his Q rating would be absolutely fucked.
Turn on ass kissing mode. Turn on Vought PR approved slogans and smiles. He had fleeced journalists more times than he could remember, but each time was still a gamble that risked the most important thing he had: his public image.
"You know, you have made quite the name for yourself, too. Colour me impressed, Ms. Lane. I know I say it all the time, but people like you are the real heroes. The people who do the really important work in this society."
Homelander leaned in just enough to seem like he wanted closeness and familiarity, but not too close. He'd learned to feel things out Goldilocks style. Not too hot, not too cold, just right. He always had to be just right.
"And between you and me, you can get interview access with me anytime you like. Just contact me directly, I'll get someone to give you my number. My assistant answers all of my messages, but there's no need for you to navigate Vought's red tape like the rest of them."
smash or pass for the drama
He smiled. It barely hid the way he clenched his jaw shut, the way he wanted to grind his teeth.
"... Smash." With a hammer. And with his [REDACTED], quite frankly.