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it was supposed to be a solo gig. he was confronted by a fairly wealthy man to watch over this ‘party’ he was holding at this glorious bachelor pad uptown, complete with waitors, beautiful women and cocktails. they were willing to pay handsomely for blue’s watch, so long as nothing went wrong. simple enough, though of course nothing ever worked out for blue. 

as the male trudged his way up the apartment staircase, the steps creaking under the weight of his body, he released a sigh, beads of sweat streaming at the side of his face. he should have taken the mask off by this point-- he may overheat. but there was still that notion that he was being watched. couldn’t explain why, of course, though being ambushed out of nowhere may be a reasonable cause. was it all planned? was he the real target?                            no. don’t be stupid. you’re not THAT relevant. 

at last the lanky male made it to the appropriate room, one hand fishing around his pocket for the key while the other grasped at his side, a dark red hue blotting through his clothing. he kept his breath steady. this wasn’t that bad. eventually he found the appropriate key and unlocked the door, nearly stumbling into the apartment with exhaustion and slight frustration. blue would have collapsed on the floor right there if he didn’t see a familiar figure bearing an oni mask on the couch, in which case he froze entirely on the spot. like a wild animal caught in a trap. 

—— from @shvrker !

          in retrospect, umi had a plethora of reasons to suspect the skull grunt of stealing her food --- it wouldn’t exactly have been uncharacteristic of him, and it certainly wouldn’t have been a new development between the pair.  but she’d simply attributed her ( oh - so mysteriously ) vanishing food to her pokemon, who had a knack for inviting themselves to her meals.  it’s not until she looks up from her devices, eyeing the plate... does she notice his hand.  on her plate.  stealing her food.

fight & violence starters

        a clear growl under blue’s breath escapes him as he glowers at the other male, digits habitually curling into fists. he could nearly feel the pride in stinger’s voice, a tone that suggests a smile that can’t be wiped from his face. it sickens him. 

       blue flexes his arm slightly, rolling his neck as he stands up straight once more, gaze fixated on his teammate. this was only meant to be practice for the up-coming mission but by no means will the pair hesitate in their attacks; they were too stubborn to pull any punches and expose any form of weakness. besides, any opportunity to impress their boss was one that blue was willing to take. stinger may have the upper hand on him but he fought recklessly. pure strength didn’t compare to a swift, tactical approach.

       eventually, as he recomposes himself, blue retorts back

what is your muse’s favorite season? what about their least favorite season, if they have one?  tao always enjoyed summer,  because days would be the longest and that meant he could explore and discover and learn the longest.  also,  summer vacation allowed him to spend his days entirely how he liked it,  which was a nice plus.  however, ever since the attack,  tao developed a preference for winter.  people look at him just a tad less weirdly when he passes them by with a scarf covering half his face …  he doesn’t mind the questions,  in fact he quite enjoys the opportunity to make up a little silly story about how he ended up in his predicament,  but it gets tiring sometimes.  also,  the heat is yucky underneath the mask– his breath is so warm,  and it gets all condensed and itchy and,  well,  no thanks.  he doesn’t really have a least favourite season per se,  since all seasons have aspects he likes.

does your muse like rain?  yes !  the world is beautiful when it’s wet.  he likes going out in the rain and getting soaked every now and then.  it leaves him with a cold without fail,  but he thinks its worth it.  it reminds him he is alive.

does your muse believe in luck? how about fate?  answered here !

CLOTHING HEADCANONS | ACCEPTING

@akrasva

04 What kind of shirts does your muse prefer? Baggy, waisted?

Jack doesn’t care much about the fit as much as he cares about the coverage. Jack prefers a shirt with a high-neck and long sleeves, though if he has to wear short sleeves he prefers a 3/4th sleeve or sleeveless, finding regular short sleeves just kind of ugly (which is a look on its own, he owns some hawaiin print short-sleeve shirts for the aesthetic). He kinda hates button-ups though, they’re just usually too stiff. 

He likes shirts with designs and if a shirt is plain it’s usually black, otherwise there’s some kind of logo, art or embroidery. 

10 Are brands important to them? Do they spend much money in clothes?

Jack isn’t obsessed with brands, he thinks capitalism is its own evil and that brands get off on having a big name and pumping out a lot of the same old boring, ugly shit. But if there’s something in their catalogs that he likes, he won’t hesitate to buy from them. He might wear brands to express some sort of dominance because I’m sorry but Jack is no Comrade this boy he knows money is important to having power. Money means education, money means resources, money means a leg up in the world and since he hasn’t interacted much with people outside his class, until the monks came along, he can be kind of classist. Not often maliciously, but more internalized disgust/othering towards what he assumes are features of the ‘poor’ and fearing that sort of life for himself (which isn’t even an issue for him given he already has resources stocked up even when kicked out— he’ll never experience poverty the same as someone born into it). 

Jack has a pretty comfortable staple wardrobe of black shirts, jackets, jeans and boots– He doesn’t need to buy much more unless he sees something new he really likes, in which case he can impulsively spend on shoes and jackets. But he does tend to get clothes tailored specifically for him when necessary and goth attire is shockingly pricey. So, he does spend quite a bit on clothes, even if it’s not often.

15 What kind of shoes do they prefer?

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        She hadn’t been joking- this fellow really looked so relaxed and at peace, she couldn’t help but feel jealous! To just collapse in the grass, and lay there without a care in the world seemed to be a sweet and simple paradise. Alola may have been chock full of interesting things to go, but as for now, the only thing Hannah finds herself wanting to do- is to take him up on his offer, and try it out.