(( for jace: blush, broken, wings, red handed, scarred, squirm, story time ))
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Blush:What's something embarrassing you've done in front of a crush or someone you were trying to impress?
Jace blinked, leaning back in his chair in thought. "Somethin' embarrassing?" He laughed lightly, scratching the scruff on his face. "Well, I suppose there was this one gal. I challenged her to a spar, if I won, I got to buy her a drink, if she won, she could walk away without so much as a second glance." He grinned fondly. "I lost horribly, but damn if it wasn't an amazing fight. She definitely has my respect."
Broken:What's been your lowest point?
The man tensed, the mirth in his eyes gone. He didn't answer for a few moments, shifting the weight of his drink between his hands. "... That's not really a question most people ask expectin' an answer, man." He attempted to joke, forcing a smile. "Eh, I suppose it'd be when I was really strapped for cash the first time." That was a lie. He looked down into the depths of his drink, recalling the crimson liquid that stained his shaking hands, and the realization that he couldn't ever hold little Amir with those hands again. Not without staining her too.
Wings:What's a fantasy or wish of yours?
"A wish?" Jace mused quietly, taking a sip of his drink. ... To be able to live the white picket fence life and be the big brother that Amir deserved? Nah, he couldn't even begin to hope for that. "... I dunno, I'm a man of simple pleasures, man. Give me a good beer, a pretty lady by my side, a bit of change and a hot meal, I'm happy."Â
Red Handed:What's one of your guilty pleasures?
The ravenette laughed, a broad grin splitting his face. "Guilty pleasures? Who says they need to be guilty?" He took a breath, thinking for a moment. "... Well, I drink probably more than I should, but I ain't regretting it or anything.... I used to smoke cigarettes, but I quit. Nasty habit, that. Expensive, too."
Scarred:What's a part of or about you that you're insecure about?
Jace blinked, tilting his head slightly for a moment before smirking. "I'm not that 'insecure', to be honest." He scratched his chin, thinking. "... I guess I worry that I wouldn't amount to much as a carpenter. We're a dime a dozen, some days."
Squirm:What's a topic that always makes you feel awkward when it gets brought up?
He hesitated. His past, his inability to be a brother or a son, confrontation on his drinking habits.... Nah, he shouldn't go that deep into it. An easy lie was better than the truth. "... I guess parenting is toward the top of the list. I don't think I'd make that brilliant of a father."
Story Time:Tell a story about something you did or something that has happened to you within the last 24 hours.
"Alright, I got one." He grinned, relieved this was a bit easier. "So I was shopping for some food yesterday, right? Nothing too out of the ordinary, until this guy decided to stumble in, mumbling to himself. I didn't think much of it, since he looked like he had had a few, but then he turns to me and tries to convince me that squids were the taking over the world, and he really needed to find some doughnuts of all things to appease our new squidy overlords!" He laughed, "Well, he was chased out by the shop owner, but I haven't seen any trace of the takeover yet!"Â
