#maneosoobin

“Great - I don’t want it. All yours, have at it,” Suwei says.

It’s fine. She’s gone without bed before, and she minds it less than she minds contact. A carpet is better than a park bench. For a beat, she pauses, giving him a brief look before slipping into the bathroom. The door closes, but not quite all the way. There’s a quick flurry of noise, a clatter of items falling - it’s a big bathroom, but they’re not small either - and then door is nudged open again to reveal a wolf in her stead.

♫: Does your muse like music? What kind?

He listens mainly to American music specifically Country. I blame this completely on the fact he lived with a mountain werewolf pack in the deep south for nearly a decade. Think hillbilly twang and banjos. It grew on Dae and reminds him of his first pack.

🎒: What does your muse normally keep in their bag?

Weapons..or parts he can turn into weapons. Also cherry chapstick!

✿: What is your muses favourite scent?

The way a forest smells after it’s rained, Magnolia flowers, coffee grounds.

✉: What is something your muse would write about?

Dae’s not much of a writer, so if he ever sat down to write something it’d be a letter to his family. Which he won’t do because they believe he’s dead.

“When I was younger of course I was jealous of my younger sisters. When our mother died it fell to me to hold the family together. They both had more freedom than I ever did.” 

Fei’s laughter rang out through the living room, the loud giggles soon accompanied by laughter of Soobin’s own— though, Fei wasn’t quite sure if that’s because he actually found his own joke funny or because the younger’s laughter was simply contagious. Probably a mixture of both. Plus, the fact that the drinks were beginning to set in wasn’t exactly helping keep peace and quiet in the household.

She loved nights when she got to hang out with Hisoka’s family. The only person she’d personally call her own family was Mira— but she got to see her roommate practically every night, so it was nice to be able to integrate herself into a family a little bit bigger for a change. The di Sorianos were always just as endearing and humorous as Hisoka herself, never a dull moment when they were around.

The girl in question was in the kitchen, insisting that everyone stay away so that whatever meal she decided to make would be a surprise, and as much as Fei would love to be draped over her girlfriend’s lap right now, her brother didn’t make for bad company at all.

“He better not be showing you embarrassing pictures, I swear—” Hisoka’s voice rang out from the kitchen, only fueling Fei’s laughter more.

“Wait, do you have embarrassing pictures?” She asked then, eyes sparkling as she looked at Soobin expectantly. An almost evil smile stretched across the werewolf’s face.

👓: Does your muse need reading aids? Contacts or glasses?

Thanks to their physiology, Cloud has enhanced vision and does not require any reading aid.

∞: Is there something about your muse that has been constant throughout their life?

The years have shaped Cloud very differently in many ways. Some decades for the better, others for the worst. It is difficult to say anything has remained constant about them throughout their lives, but if there is one, it would be the desire to belong somewhere.

💕: Does your muse have any crushes?

With spring coming to a close and summer on the peak, J had the wonderful idea of going out to paint. Given, he’d have to lug his paint, brushes, and art book around, but it was definitely worth it in the end. He had decided to invite Soobin, a friendship that had been born by looking over art at the local museum. And a friendship that bloomed wider and into something more beautiful by doing artwork together. They’d sit for hours, silent, as the two would do their own artwork.