#smileandteeth

nonverbal rp starters // accepting.

     Post-dinner finds the two of them braving a frigid evening, if the visible puffs of breath dissipating into the air and (perhaps more tellingly to Kei, whose naturally-high body temperature is both blessing and curse depending on the season) the steadily-reddening tint to Abel's face is anything to go by. The man is bundled admirably, adorably, swathed in shirt, sweater and coat, gloves over his hands and thick scarf neatly tucked into his collar. Judging by the way he steadily tips further against Kei, however, these efforts appear lacking against this particular bitter evening, and they cannot resist the amused little grin that tugs at their lips in response.

     "Am I serving as your personal space heater tonight, Professor Ootani?" They tease good-naturedly, fixing him with a fond look. They lay a hand over their heart, feigning offence. "I always knew it would come to this... you, using me for my body."

     Kei cannot help the smile that inches wider still in response to the noise Abel makes at that--the one that seems to straddle the line between indignant and exasperatedly fond, unless they're simply deluding themself about that. Turning to face him, they remove their hands from their pockets (ungloved, and they snort at the look of disbelief Abel shoots them) and raise them to cup at his face, marvelling first at the cold of them under their own warm touch, and then at the subtle way Abel leans into it. Cute...

nonverbal rp starters // accepting.

     In an unfortunate turn of events, one of the nurses caught her trying to close the infirmary door in Faust's face and, ignorant of his (in Fran’s opinion, based on limited prior experience) predilection for overexaggerating illness and injury, has given her a Look(tm) that speaks volumes of how this will be reported to Recovery Girl if she doesn’t right this wrong. August, for his part, has done his best to look unbearably smug as the nurse turns her back to attend to some paperwork, leaving Fran to deal with the aftermath of the ill-advised decision to allow him entry into the infirmary.

     Fran is a patient person, a collected person, but then August escalates to sticking his tongue out at her and she quickly decides enough is enough. "Oh, so you wanted your throat checked. You should have said so from the beginning." 

     Reaching for the jar of tongue depressors on the desk, Fran takes one and jabs it indelicately down on his tongue under the guise of not at all petty or vindictive medical examination, as Fran is a professional. Kind of.

send “match maker” and i will state which muse(s) i think would make a potential interesting interaction with yours. // accepting.

     hinata & koichi // something something koichi encounters another quirkless person who is just. so good at punching. just a real jacked quirkless person once again. i simply think they should spar maybe perhaps mayhaps. lbr she’s probably less suspicious in general about the motivations of vigilantes compared to pros since vigilantes can’t make much of a living or put their real identities out there to chase fame like pros can. so there’s that.

     kei & fiona // i just think kei is very supportive and informative with their students and fiona is no exception. kei is a fiona fan b/c i said so. we love ms. fiona in this house and we want to see her follow her dreams.

     hinata & august // we have a thread for this now but it’s literally so fucking good. the girl with no quirk vs the guy with two that allow him to take on even more is so [chef’s kiss] mwah. she wants to put him in a chokehold until he cries uncle so bad, chloe.

     mino & august // im gonna be real this one is just a funny concept to me if we factor makaira into this. mino squints at them interacting from a distance like “who is this.......... awful goblin man. why is he roping my friend into schemes.”

send me “?” and i’ll write a starter for you that includes one of the following sentences, randomly generated. // accepting.

RNG result: 94. “ Don’t close your eyes. “

    Kei, as is often the case in Abel’s company, finds themself straddling the line between adoring and concerned. Returning from putting the dishes in the sink, they take in Abel’s lax posture, the slow tip of his head, the drooping of his eyelids. With a quiet huff Kei draws closer, leans over him a soft, amused little gleam in their eyes, then delivers a gentle tap to the center of his forehead with their index finger.

nonverbal rp starters // accepting.

     “Oh dear, oh my...  That’s quite a scary face you’re making at me, Mr. Hero’.” Venus tuts, voice all careful lilt and artificial sweetener. “Should I be concerned, puddin’? Surely not, hm?”

nonverbal rp starters // accepting.

     Ringo is right in the thick of it when the realization hits her, bowls her over a little--they're getting along. There's no malice in the shove of August's warm palm pressed to her shoulder, nor any answering jeer in the laugh that bubbles past her lips in response to--something. Whatever it is they were talking about that lead them to this abrupt (was it abrupt?) shift towards camaraderie or... something. Something!

     There has to be some duplicity at work. Some insidious plotting, or, or why else would he be smiling like... that... She thinks, frenzied, startling herself as the wary glance she casts in August's direction lingers too long on the easy, crooked grin on his lips. Ba-thump, her heart responds of its own accord. ‘Ba-thump’?! What the hell are you 'ba-thump'ing for?! Excuse me?! Ringo smacks a fist over the traitorous muscle, face heating, head whipping to the side. Don't get swept up in the atmosphere!

nonverbal rp starters // accepting.

     There’s just something--several things, a lot of things--about August Faust that burrow their way under Hinata’s skin and just keep digging. He’s just the kind of quirked person that bugs the ever living shit out of her--smugly breezing through life without effort, at least in her eyes. Evidently their teacher has noted this lack of camaraderie and, in an unfathomable, nonsensical attempt to bridge this gap, has decided to pair them off for this assignment. This stupid assignment. This long, stupid assignment.

     Hinata’s irritation sparks as she catches him rolling his eyes --if anyone should be rolling their eyes, it’s her--and she forces her feet forward as he refuses to move, dropping herself unceremoniously into the vacated seat in front of him and smacking a palm over his desk.