#sindrianserpent

"Need my services?"

She hated getting angry. But she’d long since come to the conclusion that tough luck, Esla—there are untold numbers of nerves in your body and some people manage to get on every. Single. One.

It started as mild annoyance—it usually did. her smile faded to to a mildly unimpressed stare. The mildly unimpressed stare gave way to a small frown. Her brows furrowed. Then came the exasperated sigh, the short, pointed answers—and eventually, she just stopped talking, knowing that if she opened her mouth, she’d either snap or shout. And as refreshing as it usually was to get that off her chest, she didn’t like the guilt that came with losing her temper. Because God forbid that sweet little Esla express displeasure.

★ - Do they prefer daytime or nighttime and why?

Nighttime.

While she was scared of the dark when she was a child, now Jodie embraces it almost like a safety planet. The night would help her run from the CIA, or when she was with them, conceal herself from the enemy. Nighttime meant stars which Aiden particularly loved to look at when they stayed with Jay and Cory and Paul, thousands of them speckling the sky as the cold desert winds began to pick up.

Nighttime meant sleep and Jodie loves to sleep, it meant she could be home alone like everyone else and not feel wrong doing so…

"Stealing is a sin. I refuse to take part of it."

Dragon - Your most valuable treasure.

Dog: Have you ever betrayed a friend?

There were times Killua almost went back on his word without intending to. He's been warned of eventually leaving his friends to die out of fear. Many times he'd watch his friends turn into monsters with nothing he could do. But Killua puts his friends above himself always.

Bare feet pressed against the pavement as keen, scarlet hues fixated on the following sign that hung above:

THE SINDRIAN LOUNGE

"You've gotta be kidding me . . .", he muttered with a chuckle in his voice.

Although he had no initial intention to enter the facility, the temptation was far too strong. Murmurings of the newly opened lounge had traveled to the depraved Magi's ears - and despite being roommates with the Sindrian king, Judar had no prior knowledge of him ever expressing interest towards investing in a shop.

Stepping foot into the lounge - with the atmospheric design reminiscent of home - a familiar face stood at the desk. The lounge was currently desolate. Had they just opened? Hand pressed against the side of his hip as he eyed the other, commenting.

((Favorite Eye Colors: Difficult to say, since I don’t usually look that closely XD But I’ve noticed a trend in my characters having brown eyes.