#earsoff

Send me Ⓐ and my muse will rate yours (ACCEPTING)

ATTRACTIVENESS:

    repulsive ― hideous ― ugly ― not attractive ― unappealing ― not unattractive ― meh ― no preference ― ok ― mildly attractive ― nice looking ― cute ― adorable ― attractive ― pleasant on the eyes ― good looking ― hot ― sexy ― beautiful ― gorgeous ― hot damn ― would tap that ― perfect ― godlike ― holy fuck there are no words

PERSONALITY:

    grating ― irritating ― frustrating ― boring ― confusing at best ― awkward ― unreasonable ― psychotic ― disturbing ― interesting ― engaging ― affectionate ― aggressive ― ambitious ― anxious ― artistic ― bad tempered ― bossy ― charismatic ― appealing ― unappealing ― creative ― courageous ― dependable ― unreliable ― unpredictable ― predictable ― devious ― dim ― extroverted ― introverted ― egotistical ― gregarious ― fabulous ― impulsive ― intelligent ― sympathetic ― talkative ― up beat ― peaceful ― calming ― badass ― flexible

HOW LIKELY THEY WOULD BE TO HAVE SEX WITH THEM.

    not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending ― fuck no! ― never ― no way ― not likely ― not sure ― indifferent ― i’m asexual ― maybe ― probably ― it depends ― fairly likely ― likely ― yeah sure ― yes ― would tap that ― hell yes ― fuck yes! ― wishing that could happen right now ― as many times as possible ― we are already having sex

LEVEL OF FRIENDSHIP:

    never in a million years ― worst of enemies (later in canon) ― enemies ― rivals ― indifferent ― neutral ― acquaintance ― friendly toward each other ― casual friends ― friends ― good friends ― best friends ― fuck buddies ― bosom buddies ― practically the same person ― would die for them ― true friends ― my only friend

FIRST IMPRESSION OF THEM:

    i hate them so much ― i don’t like them ― i don’t trust them ― they annoy me ― they’re weird ― i’m indifferent ― meh ― they seem alright ― they’re growing on me ― truce ― i think i like them ― i like them ― i’m not sure if i trust them ― i trust them ― they’re cool ― they’re genuine ― i think we’re going to get along ― i really like them ― i think i’m in love ― oh fuck they’re hot ― i love them

CURRENT IMPRESSION OF THEM:

    i hate them so much ― i don’t like them ― i don’t trust them ― they annoy me ― they’re weird ― i’m indifferent ― meh ― they seem alright ― they’re growing on me ― truce ― i think i like them ― i like them ― i’m not sure if i trust them ― i trust them ― they’re cool ― they’re genuine ― i think we’re going to get along ― i really like them ― i think i’m in love ― oh fuck they’re hot ― i love them

HOW GOOD OF A KISSER:

@ears-off

“You can’t keep me here.” It was dangerous to make Sander Cohen unhappy, but Jack didn’t bother to soften the sharp, accusing edge in his tone. Atlas was waiting for him, had been waiting for him this whole time, and there was an insistent itch in Jack’s skin that was a constant reminder that he needed to get back to his guide.

And yet... Jack liked Cohen, more than he had ever expected he would. He had liked contributing to his artwork, and he had liked feeling as though he were more than just Atlas’s attack dog, and he had liked the personal attention that Cohen had given him here.

He knew he had to leave, but he wanted to stay. He didn’t want to go back out into the cold, hostile streets of Rapture.

          "Excuse me, Mr. Cohen...?"

                    Baby Doll comes trailing after Cohen, concern written across                     her face as she comes to a sudden fault. Dusting her hands off                     awkwardly on her apron, she digs an item out of her pocket,                     holding it out towards the man. Offering him a hesitant smile.

Quasimodo had explored parts of Rapture when Master Frollo wasn't around, but one of the places he hadn't been was Fort Frolic.  Master Frollo said that it was somewhere he was never to go, so, naturally, it made him curious.  He did his best to obey Frollo in all things, but...., sometimes, it was hard.  Sometimes, his desire, his THIRST for knowledge almost outweighed wanting to make sure his master knew how well he behaved.  

But he'd been hearing about Sander Cohen's works, recently, and he was even more curious about those.  What sorts of shows did Sander Cohen put on, that Frollo was so against them?

In the end, Quasimodo decided that he needed to know, needed to see what all the fuss was about.  And then, he wouldn't need to worry, anymore.  He could put it from his mind and go back to concentrating on more important things.

He'd just have to figure out where he could watch the show without ... drawing attention to himself.  Which meant that he needed to know where everything WAS.

It was a good thing that Andrew Ryan had been paying QUITE close attention to what Sander had been doing, otherwise he might not have CAUGHT the other man as he threw himself into Ryan’s arms.

@ears-off

Jack tried to brush some of the glitter off of his chest, but only succeeded in spreading the little sparkles further over himself. He remembered now-- it would be hard not to, after seeing that bright, shimmering suit draped over the statue. He suddenly didn’t mind the glitter as much. ...Cohen had looked rather dashing in that outfit, despite it being more than a little over the top.

“Oh. Oh.” The sparkles were everywhere. They’d probably stick to Jack and stay on his clothes for days, no matter how many times he had to wade through those stagnant puddles of water throughout the city. A persistent (and not entirely unpleasant) reminder of Sander Cohen.

After one last failed effort to brush himself off, Jack sighed and smiled warmly at Cohen, content to stay there until he was told to leave.