AESTHETIC REQUESTS  HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!      ↳  emma  & jeffy for @personatvs​

"I've got nothing to say to you."

A part of him should've known that eventually someone would find him in this realm. As much as he'd wanted to enter the Institute, another part of him knew that it could end up with him in this exact situation. Unfortunately, even with him staying out of harms way it ended up with him in a situation he'd been hoping to avoid. Even worse was the fact he was looking at someone who should've been familiar to him. They shared the same name, after all. But she was nothing like the sister he knew from his own realm.

     ❛   how does it feel to have a metal arm ?! is it fun ? wait —— is this insensitive ... ? i hope i’m not offending you, sir.   ❜

              the baton in her hand is gripped tightly, her eyes are narrowed and her body is ready for a fight. oksana was unsure of the male before her and the metal arm he bore only solidified her worry. a quick twist of the staff and it rests beside her, the base touching the ground.   ‘ you look for a fight? ’

it was always the same; dodging cops and staying in run-down hotels. he could afford more - much more, but he didn’t want his name linked to anything. nor did he want to get on any watch lists. a reason to why he hung out in the lowest of low places he could find - anything to stay away from everyone.

that way, he wouldn’t have to worry about the death’s, and he could reasonably find a way to control his abilities. of course, it was better said than done; he already had to change hotels twice this week, but mainly due to his ‘accidents’. the first time was a maid - the second, just a poor kid who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. there would have been a third, but he managed to stop himself just in time.

a reason to why he was in a worse dump than he usually was. it took cash, so that was a good thing, but he still wanted more. much more... he just convinced himself to not grab it... minute by minute and day by day. 

   “don’t you have someone else to bother?” a simple question; one aimed at who he thought was just someone passing by as he leaned on the railing. “or somethin’ to do?”