#inkfist

OKAY so i had forgotten this for a while, and then FOUR TIMES i tried to respond either tumblr or chrome ate my response so i was a little discouraged lol. HERE WE GO AGAIN!

Pros: 

very affectionate

very romantic when he has the time, 

devoted and would make a great father if you’re family-minded and that’s your thing, 

lots of cats at his house to pet

good at mechanical stuff (used to own a garage/shop back in ratchet) so your chopper/flying machine/rocket/sky golem is in good hands

loves to cook, often in just an apron

has a great butt

very giving and open-minded in bed (if that’s your thing)

usually pretty good at opening up and talking about his emotions and listening to others talk about theirs

Cons:

sometimes a little TOO affectionate (and maybe a little clingy)

cat hair everywhere

no, really, EVERYWHERE

as a merc, is gone long periods of time

as a merc he might die at like any time

sometimes treats his partners as things that must be protected at all times

gives morning kisses before brushing his teeth

poops with the bathroom door open

i got tired of painting him around the time i got to his neck and shoulders, which is p easy to tell

BEPPE MOUF. He's got thin lips and a wide-ish mouth, and while he smiles a LOT (with very noticeable dimples) his resting, neutral face tends to look a little severe and lends to a lot of people getting the impressions he's a lot more of a hardass than he actually is. His smiles are usually closed-mouth, often slightly crooked, and always with those deep dimples.

He does have all his teeth, which he considers a miracle considering how often he gets smacked around and even more of a miracle is the fact that despite a few years of being unable to properly care for them they're still in decent condition. Not exactly pearly white, but they're not dark or yellow and he doesn't really have any cavities.

He takes the hit for Joey, like he had a million times before only this time it's a really fucking hard hit and the sky is so blue when he ends up on his back staring up at it. Ouch. Seriously ouch. He's more scared than he thought he'd be when he realizes how hard it is to breathe and how he can't really feel anything below his chest (which is on fire, it keeps exploding inside over and over and over again on the right side.) He’s even more scared that he doesn’t know what happened to Joey, and he’d heard somewhere that your life is supposed to flash before your eyes but for him it’s an eternity til he hears Joey and he’d breathe a sigh of relief if he had the breath to spare.

He tries to push himself up on his arms to look for her, but his arms feel so heavy and he’s so tired. Sinking back to the ground feels more like sinking into it, and the earth is dry hot sand that soaks up all his moisture and he’s so thirsty. ‘Jus’ go ahead an’ take a nap, whatever Joey wants can wait,’ and it’s not like he can hear her anyway. He hates it when she yells from behind closed doors, he can never make out what she’s saying when she’s so far away.

Only now he’s looking up at her and she’s crying. He tries to tell her not to but then there’s Mercy and he’s lifting him into his lap and all he can see is Mercy and he’s so beautiful. He’s beautiful but grim when he tells Beppe “It’s not good,” and Beppe wants to tell him it’s okay, wants to ask him to take care of Joey, and wants to remind him, remind them both he loves them so much it hurts… but all he can choke out is a sob to the tune of “I don’t wanna die” and it’s so chickenshit he figures he’s gonna be embarrassed about that for the rest of his life.

*leaves this here and slowly rolls away*