#inusto

There were, indeed, a few new things in Hive City. Quite a few, in fact; but only one new thing that Cloud had found truly interested him. And it wasn’t new, exactly. Just new to the City. It’d taken him a while to find out for himself. He’d heard about it, even as briefly as he’d been back in the City. But there was a difference between seeing and believing. And once he’d found what he was looking for, after several hours of searching through the nicer of the Outer Districts, it still took him a while to actually get close enough to make a new friend.

A feathery new friend.

There were Chocobos in this City.

Maybe thing around here were starting to look up, after all. Yeah, right. But hey, at least he had made a familiar acquaintance. 

Cloud had just gotten the Chocobo to permit some light beak-scratches - the giant birds tended to be sensitive, and rather picky - when he caught a glimpse of some white hair. He had about a half-second of reflexive panic - he’d left Fenrir almost two blocks away, and was unarmed, to keep from scaring the birds - before he got a second look. The hair was familiar, all right, but not the way he’d first thought.

Sanzo is in the culture district of Hive City, having found he finds better quality, more reasonably priced, loose leaf genmaicha. 

He’s already sick of the people, sick of the noise, and what the hell even are all these lights and shit for?

(It better not be yet another festival where someone tries to kill him.)

And then he notices her, and the miniature dragon on her shoulder. The second person he’s met here with something like Hakuryuu, though this time it seems to be another dragon, instead of a wyvren like last time.

⊂二二二（　＾ω＾）二⊃ : Does your muse like to cuddle?

Hell-to-the-yes he does! As I think I’ve mentioned on here countless times before, Dino is incredibly tactile around his peers. There’s not too many people he’s close to that you don’t see him, at some point, extend a friendly physical touch towards be it a ruffle of hair, a resting hand upon their shoulder etc. In more extreme cases ( mainly Squalo & Tsuna, but not restricted to ) you’ll find him susceptible to outright draping his entire frame over or casually slinging an arm around them.

He’s not unbearable clingy by any means though, and he certainly won’t push for contact with people who are genuinely uncomfortable or opposed to it ( looking at Kyoya ) but physical affection is certainly a primary language he uses to express himself. To that effect, yes, Dino loves to cuddle. Please hug him always.

（ ^_^）o自自o（^_^ ） : How often does your muse drink?

Regularly enough but mostly with extreme moderation. Dino is more of a social drinker, a glass of wine or two at the dinner table, champagne at parties, a shot of something here and there. He rarely if ever gets blind drunk and tends to put on the breaks as soon as he feels he’s worked up a nice buzz. He is a Don after all, it wouldn’t be proper being seen projectile vomiting into punch bowl and crawling around with his pants around his ass.

Though if he’s on his own and facing a long night ahead with several rounds of paperwork, he’ll maybe pour himself a glass of bourbon to sip on.

Ultimately he much prefers coffee ( as confirmed by a lot of official art ).

（‐＾▽＾‐）: What does your muse’s laugh sound like?

Aizawa’s Physical Features // open

          It’s a dry tangled mess with split ends and damaged roots. Aizawa doesn’t care for physical appearance, only than his body gets what he needs done. So that means he doesn’t take an ounce of care for his hair, much to a friend’s horror.

         It, unfortunately, grows ridiculously fast, it’s not soft, even if it was brushed out just by how damaged it is. After his hair grows about half way down his back, he’ll cut it himself to shoulder length. Aizawa cannot be bothered to brush it properly and goes to work however he woke up. That’s right, kids, his hairstyle is just bad bedhead. It would be easier to deal with if he actually took care of it.

👒 – brushing their hair

“Just be careful with the tags...” she said, the bit of drowsiness she was feeling evident in her voice. She didn’t want the wish tags in her hair removed while it was being brushed, because once removed, they can’t be put back in. New ones would appear overnight, at the cost of sapping her energy.

She’d gotten used to brushing her own hair around the wish tags, and she was a little bit nervous when Daenerys offered to brush hers. But Memo thought her friendly enough, and she herself was tired enough, to let her give it a try.

Soon enough, she was glad she did, because she didn’t realize how nice it’d feel to have someone else run a brush through your hair. She relaxed into her chair, a sleepy smile on her face, letting Daenerys work as she pleased...

adult Drogon of course...

i wasn’t even looking for this answer when i found the song, BUT - Really Slow Motion & Giant Apes - Firefly 

wait for it