#guttersniper

[ symbol headcanon questions. ] / accepting

📱 : do they text back immediately, or let messages rot?

no one is texting him!!

i think its almost to the point where if someone did text him, he'd text back immediately only because of how strange it is that someone texted him in the first place. beeya earns immediate texts back as soon as he has a chance. work related texts, depending if its something harold actually wants to engage with (your order of a giant box of grasshoppers is ready in the mailroom), get answered also immediately, but things that he doesnt find relevant just get ignored forever (your performance review is coming up and you're also being reported to HR). the only deviation is the threads where he's with dolores - he does this thing where if he gets pages or phone calls from her sometimes he will intentionally ignore them for hours or days so he can pretend like he dont care.

☕ : what's their morning ritual, and what happens when it's disrupted?

i find it hard to believe he has a morning routine. i think the loose timeline is he wakes up, he lays in bed staring at the ceiling dreading starting his day for as long as he can before he's down to the very last minute before he's going to be catastrophically late, then he's just suddenly in the shower with that mens 12 in 1 body wash and then dressed and then out the door with no food or water or coffee now even further agitated because hes going to be late for the train or whatever. and then he just does this forever. he starts and ends his day frazzled. thats why when mutt met him in the elevator he was ready to kill them both immediately.

and theres no consistency. some days he'll skip the shower. some days he'll inexplicably be up at 5 AM pacing and pacing and pacing for four hours before he has to leave.

🧩 : what part of themselves do they not understand yet?

HE DOESN'T SAY IT LIKE HE'S INCREDIBLY PROUD. He says it like it'a a simple fact—no. He says it like it's a joke.

Cain wonders if he is allowed to joke back without losing a few fingers. He cannot help himself—there is a need to be a little less serious than this dynamic requires, or else he will go insane.

send a strawberry 🍓 if we've written together and i'll compliment you.

don't be embarrassed. i am actively soliciting this.

laney, you have a fantastic range in muses which means you have a fantastic range in tone. mutt is so well realized and i've been around him for, i think, a decade now. he feels realer and closer than quite a few actual flesh people in my life. a compliment to his substance.

anatoliy hums in acknowledgement. there are many people in his past that lived by the same philosophy. he was once one of them, and then he learned that it's no way to make friends. " this is not helplessness, it's just a sandwich. eat it or don't eat it. "

"to employ the services of a most tedious earworm i had the total misfortune of being subjected to in a taxi cab earlier today..." (pause to draw in the breath.)

sir john would not have wished it this way, james tells himself. he doesn’t know whether he’s motivated onward or backward by the notion, evident as it is now that sir john was a man of questionable judgment and inaction. still, james is grieved by the loss of him, therefore finds discomfort in contradicting him so.

the apprehension is plain on his face when he calls forth young mutt: he recognizes his capabilities as being superior to his own at a similar age, but were sir john making the call, he’d see him as a child. little more.