Number 20 for the selfshipp ask game? With any f/o u want :]
EEEEEE OMG OMG BOORDSSS HI IT'S BEEN FORVER THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK I CARRRES YOOOU <333 I WILL BE SENDING YOU ASKS BACK YOU CAN COUNT ON IT! :DDDD SIIINCE I HAVE DATE EVERYTHING ION THE BRAIN RIGHT NOOOW I'LL GOOO WIIITTHHH~ You approach the absolutely electric host of the club with a wide smile and curious eyes. He shoots you a wink whilst beckoning you to come closer with a hand. Whilst leaning over a small, round wooden table, you finally ask him the question that's been weighing on your mind since you walked in.
How would your f/o(s) describe you to someone who hasn't met you? What memory of you would they readily share in conversation?
Volt:
"Oh, you all want to hear about one of my dear spark plugs, do you?~" The air around Volt remains just as cool and collected as the man himself, as if following in his footsteps. So you're not at all surprised when the atmosphere seems to shift to something more energetic as Volt takes on a more animated tone.
"I'm sure you've all heard many rumors about our dear live wire and most of them are true. Just as compassionate as he is charming, Cecil looks after all of us here in the house with an outstretched hand and a smile that even rivals my own in lustrous glow! My darling lives on a wavelength all of his own~"
"Cecil has been at the center of a lot of mishaps despite having only known all of for a few months now but whhhy don't I tell all you scoundrels about the night we met, hm?"
Here's the first interactions the player has with Volt and Eddie should you be interested in the gist oh his story:
If Volt was warm and inviting, then Eddie was the total opposite. Cold and disinterested. He eyes you from his spot up against the wall with with narrowed eyes and a line drawn into his face. Though you would love to turn around and try again tomorrow, the club will be closing in just a few hours and you're already here. It couldn't hurt to at least try talking with him...right? Eddie:
Eddie tsks, looping a hand through one of the many wires hanging just above his waist. "I don't why you're asking me when you could be asking Cecil himself...." He rolls his blue eyes wondering silently if someone put him up to this for whatever reason, "...but since you're already here, I guess I'll give you my two sense."
"If you didn't know, Cecil is a total lightweight. It only takes a couple of drinks to send him giggling on his bar stool and not much more to leave him on the floor. " Eddie pauses momentarily, looking out into nothing with a sparkle in his eyes. "...I've even had to stop him from running into patrons from time to time. He can be such a pain sometimes." Despite Eddie's rather cold words, the smile that slips seamlessly across his lips is anything but.
"The first time I ever made him a drink he asked to have what I was having. I warned him that my palette isn't exactly the most beginner friendly but he insisted saying it was, "a show of commitment to our comradery" so I ended up sliding him a cup anyways." "Long story short he ends up on my shoulders after nearly cracking his damn head open on the club floor." Eddie shakes his head but his blue eyes are filled with the kind of warmth that can only indicate the kind of fond feelings that come from finding one's faults endearing. "Ultimately, I had Dorian walk him up to his bedroom but before as I was explaining things to Dorian, he suddenly leaned in to my ear and told the absolute worst joke I have ever heard in my laugh." Eddie gives a hearty chuckle momentarily, before straightening his jacket and clearing his throat as if he's just remembered where is. "I know he might not seem like much at first but don't let his bright eyes and naive words fool you. He's one of the most dependable people you will ever meet."
