#galacticbxss

-always wins when they play Trivia Crack

CHARLIE. Xavia loses. She knows nothing. Help her. 

-laughs when their partner trips on something

I feel like this would mostly be Charlie, though on some circumstances Xav would probably laugh while helping Charlie up.

-would drop ice down the back of the other’s shirt as a joke

Both of them. It never ends well. 

-spoils the ending of books/movies

Xavia would never spoil a book ending on purpose but she tends to get excited about books and things tend to slip out from time to time. 

-always posts a picture of the other as their MCM or WCW

XAVIA. She’d post so many pictures of Charlie. 

-eats the last piece of cake in the fridge before the other can have it

Both of them, honestly. There are scuffles by the fridge whenever there’s only one slice of cake or desserts left. 

-obnoxiously celebrates Monday Punday every week

Charlieee. Xavia is terrible at puns. 

-makes loving hack posts on the other’s Facebook/Instagram/Tumblr/Twitter etc

Probably Charlie because Xavia probably wouldn’t be able to hack Charlie’s social media lol

-has to beat their partner in every game

They’re both pretty competitive when it comes to game night. Things get messy. They’re not allowed to play board games on tables anymore. 

-keeps their partner up half the night talking about random stuff

Xavia. Without a doubt. It’s usually weird questions about Midgard, or weird things she learned in Asgard. 

-eats too much garlic and tries to kiss their partner anyway

                                           It was, perhaps, crude for the heir to be as intimately familiar with the townsfolk as they were. To be on a first name basis with the baker, to share inside jokes with the blacksmith, to regularly receive a gift of flowers from the florist--but Apath hardly cared. These were to be their subjects, they would shape their bonds as they so pleased.

              But such intimacy and friendship had lent it self to familiarity.                   New faces were always sharply honed in on--and this?                                   This was a man they did not know.

                                                              Apath had followed him at a distance at first, hood pulled up to conceal their face. Hidden until they could determine who he was, what he was doing. Not that visitors to the marketplace were uncommon, no, but he simply felt... strange. They couldn’t place their finger on why, but they intended to find out.

                  Well, until their following had lead to the outskirts of the city.           And their foot fell upon a twig, loudly snapping under their weight.