Zer0 frowned at his face in the dirty mirror and scrubbed at the blood caking his hair and crusting on his skin. He’d been a little too hasty, a little too reckless, a little disoriented since coming back to Pandora. He sighed and tossed down the rag, going to lay on the ragged couch with one arm slung over his face. The problem with having a huge databank to store every memory he ever made in, was that he never forgot.

Right now he was struggling against the phantom sensation of soft hands on his skin, fierce grey eyes staring down at him, her warm glow sinking into his flesh and knitting him back together. A cool wet rag carefully sweeping away the results from another fight, another close call, another bullet added to their jar.

He closed his eye and sank into that sensation, letting the memory wash over him and take him away to a different time, before he’d managed to fuck up quite so badly.

It was a psycho this time, a badass that had been relatively quiet until it had come charging up behind him. He’d gotten thrown against a wall, a sharp crack sounding where his helmet hit, and hadn’t gotten up immediately. She’d reached out, caught the psycho with her power before it could beat him into a bloody pulp, incinerated it in her glow. He’d watched, vision swimming as she ran to him, just conscious enough to lift an arm for her to latch onto. Still, even when she poured some of her power into him and hauled him upright he was wavering and disoriented. Time for them to call it quits and go home.

She’d looped his arm over her shoulder, laughing (too bright, too jagged to be just amusement, to not be mostly adrenaline fueled relief) at the way he stooped to lean on her, taken them back to the cave in the Highlands, shoved him at the couch while he dropped his helmet on the table. There was blood, of course there was, in his hair, on his face and she huffed at him when he offered a sheepish smile but didn’t bother to hide her returning it before going to get a wet rag to clean him up. The cool rag felt good on his skin, nothing compared to her hands and lips when she kissed above his eyebrow after the blood was washed away

This was the way it always went; they fought side by side, one of them was injured, the other cleaned them up. They were a team, together, side by side against anything Pandora could throw at them.

2:Do they have any daily rituals?

Checking over all of his equipment, going over wherever he’s staying for bugs or any sort of tampering, cleaning his guns.

3:Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

Zer0 doesn’t need to really but he enjoys the peace of mind that comes with exercising and does so frequently, once about every couple of days depending on what he’s been doing. He enjoys freerunning through Sanctuary in the early morning when no one’s up and doing sword drills but he’s happiest when he can spar, though he gets his butt kicked in hand-to-hand simply because he won’t ever use his full strength.

5:Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

He generally likes to be clean when possible and keeps his spaces pretty tidy as well. It’s hard to make a mess when he doesn’t own all that much though.

10:Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

Answered

11:Intellectual pursuits?

Answered

21:Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

Trust. If he can trust someone they are instantly hugely attractive to him. If you want him interested, earn his trust. He won’t even remotely consider anything with anyone he doesn’t. Also glasses oddly enough and hair long enough he can play with it.

Betrayal, not trusting him, trying to do anything before he’s damn well ready for it. He doesn’t mind the other person initiating things but trying to get him to open up or move forward with a relationship before he’s ready will piss him off and make him uninterested in continuing.

35:What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?

Watching sunsets or sun rises, or watching stars. There’s always something he could be doing rather than staring at the sky so, though it gives him a sense of peace sometimes, he rarely watches the sky unless he has literally nothing else to do.

36:What makes them feel guilty?

Answered

43:Religion?

8:Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

Okay honestly his favorite indulgence would have to be lazy days in bed with Maya, just feeling her alive wrapped up in his arms. As long as indulgences aren’t hurting anyone he cares about, he really couldn’t care any less about other’s.

11:Intellectual pursuits?

Zer0 actually does like reading a lot, but he reads so damn fast it’s not quite as enjoyable as it would be for Maya or others. He does like brain teasers and puzzles he has to think about for a while and enjoys poetry though he’d rather it be spoken than read.

17:Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress

Zer0 almost always wears his suit, just with different clothes underneath. He doesn’t really have any rituals besides his habit of putting on his pants and boots before his top, then gloves, then helmet last. Obsessively checking his equipment counts as a ritual I guess.

36:What makes them feel guilty?

Angel. His friends getting hurt because he couldn’t help them fast enough. Angel. Roland’s death. Angel. Bloodwing’s death. Angel.

10:Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

Depending on timeline, depression, anxiety, and a couple of phobias. He recognizes the phobias and anxiety but not necessarily the depression.

29:Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)