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     Finding ways to keep his hands busy was a coin flip these days. Sharing a Townhouse with strangers meant swiping away the kitchen appliances just to take them apart for the third time that day could only happen so often. Bitterness turned to impatience. Impatience grew into frustration. Before he knows it, he’s leaving the confines of a stuffy room in exchange for more pleasant fresh air. The winter chill had done more than enough to clear his mind, hands deep in overall pockets, mindlessly fiddling with screws and bolts, uncaring to how far or how long he travels. Wherever he finds himself taking interest in exploring would be leagues better than sitting indoors fighting against an itch to tinker.

     There’s only so much scenery a city could provide, he assumes. Shops came and went, hardly catching his eye spare those of the local convenience stores stocked full of fresh beers. It’s a debate upon whether he presses on; a quick check to the anomalous digital device gifted upon arrival informs him that a little over an hour had passed since he’d stepped onto the streets. His steps come to a slow just before the sound of a tin can being shot just nearby catches his attention. Silence follows - left in wait for the sound to return, and when it has the Engineer wastes no time in investigating for the source.

     It only made sense that if the doctor was around, others would be as well. He recognizes the hat and vest before even glimpsing to the familiar patch adorned with a unique symbol for each mercenary. Lips twitch, pulling into a loose crooked smile, legs moving before he’s even a chance to consider whether or not the man would be interested in his company.

Welcome to beautiful Isola Radiale, Mick!

You’ll be staying in CONDO 468!

You will receive a BB Gun.

Enjoy your stay!

    His sweet-tooth was already his downfall even before he began taking up watch over the city. A change in atmosphere had long since put him on edge since the first red light flickered on, and yet he found himself entranced by the scenic display enough to investigate closer than from the safety of bushes and trees. Flowers were pointless, plushes even more so, but chocolates? He stops in his wandering, curiosity piqued, the design of the bag having long since caught his attention before the words “La Esmeralda” were even read.

    All it took was one. A stolen treat when the eyes of the shop keep trailed away to an approaching customer. He’d thought nothing of it - who’d miss one measly piece? Yet there lied regrets the longer such strong and bitter tastes lingered on his tongue. Should he have? Of course he should have. It was justified payment for his protection, was it not? And yet...

    And yet his mind trails to Polar Knight. Would he have reprimanded or commanded him for taking action? Feet shuffle as the crowds pass by, lost in sour thoughts, a heaviness seeping upon his shoulders.

    In an instant, he perks back up. The unmistakable sight of brown and red spurs him into action, slow steps sparking into a frantic race. Despite his short stature, it takes mere seconds before the Knight accompanies the man’s side, his voice unusually joyful - a stark contrast to both armor and facade.

“ HEY!! Are you investigating all this nonsense too? ” Excitement builds, but for what reason? A mere shake of the head dismisses such needless worries.

OVERDUE MEME // NOT ACCEPTING BUT BRING MORE BEWWIES NEXT TIME

@killerlakill​ said: 🍓how about them strawberries m8

    When a knight’s resolve is tested, they do everything within their power to stay true to their path. The sight of red and green alone is testing him; delicacy pinched between fingers, raised towards the tree where he stands keeping watch over the city streets. The fruit is waved, and had he not thought highly of the man, he might have taken offense to the gesture. As if being his willpower being testing wasn’t enough. He shan’t cave to his cravings - years of training having led all up to this very moment...

     ...When his resolve gives not a moment sooner after his inner bantering, he’s hanging upside down from the branch. How the helm stays or how such stocky legs are able to keeping him stable is a mystery of the ages. Questions about the logistics of gravity affecting the Knight seldom matter when there’s offerings to accept. No words are spoken between them, simply a gloved finger pointing towards a spot in a visor where his mouth lies in wait. The strawberry draws closer, squeezes past the thin slot, bitten down with an audible crunch. Accompanying such unpleasant chewing sounds are the soft rumbles of what seemed to be a deep purr.

OVERDUE MEME // NOT ACCEPTING INSERT JOKE ABT BUSHES

@killerlakill​​ said: B, K

>> B   :   BOUQUET.   does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?

ANSWERED

>> K   :   KISS.   is your muse a good kisser? why / why not?

DREAM DADDY SENTENCES || NOT ACCEPTING

@killerlakill​ said: “Your unending thirst will be your ultimate downfall.”

“ My what-?! Is there something wrong with how much water I drink in a day, knave? ” He seems oddly offended for something so minuscule. Mulling over the man’s words has him pausing - and just as sudden, breaking into a set of forced laughter.

“ O O O O O O O O O O O O O H ! ! ! You mean that sort of thirst. You really must be more direct with me, darling, these innuendos are s o o o o o o o  hard to catch in English. Anyways - I’m quite content with being thirsty, as you commoners say. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to surround myself in the company of those who catch my eye!  ”