#swordedaffair

   Visits to Two are only ever for one thing, and when the time for said thing has come and gone, he likes to be out of the sector as quickly as possible. It’s always too stifling; too lifeless and mechanical in a way that directly opposes the forest life he’s used to.

As of recently, however, his leaves haven’t been taken without a quick glance around the perimeter of the apartment complex, just in case he’d happen to spot a second time the strange activities he's certain he’d seen before. If there’s nothing, he’d simply move on -- but he finds himself pausing, eyes caught on a figure low-down. 

On the ground, even... Gonta’s no stranger to sleeping outside (if that’s even what they’re doing), but in an area like this, it’s a cause for alarm. 

He crosses the short distance over to them, and the closer he gets, the more he realizes the person he’s seeing is... familiar. Another nameless face, but a familiar one nonetheless. In any case, he’s relieved to see that they’re conscious and, (hopefully), unharmed. Tentatively, Gonta speaks up.

A beam katana starting to run low on battery power. An alleyway so tight and confined that it felt like a stage from a 2-D fighting game. A homicidal teenage red-head, charging in with superhuman sword swings, looking ready to either bust a vein in rage... or bust something else in pleasure.

How did Travis have such a knack for getting himself into these situations?

Minutes earlier, across the street...

“C’mon, kid, make it quick. I’ve got places to be.” 

He was supposed to be meeting Dio at Magilou’s Menagerie. They had manager-type stuff to set up. Important things, like learning how to run a business. And hiring workers. And gaining access to their own money. 

You get the idea.

But, of course, the No More Hero’s luck had to lead him into yet another confrontation. In this case, that creepy high-schooler that Travis had seen roaming around the city. The one with a look and aura that practically screamed “I’m a psychopath!” Travis was pretty sure the kid had tried to hit on him before, too. So... Yeah. Not a friend.

The guy looked like he had something to say, though. So, while Travis was already getting annoyed with this, he figured it’d only get worse if he walked away now. 

If only he knew...

It’s not like she’s saying this is easy but... It is. Most men are gullible. A pretty face, adorned with a coy smile, and the sweetest attitude always led her up the paths of carnage and brutality: a failproof plan that she was as proud of as herself in general. A greedy and egotistical being.

Sunny made a noise between a sigh and a snarl as he tried to sort through the rubble that had overtaken a great deal of the Club Euphoria’s building. Since most of the actual business was in the lower floors, the damage probably wasn’t as bad as it looked. Still, with the walls crushed, the door gone, and the sign halfway across the street, it was clear they wouldn’t be opening for a while. And just when a paycheck would have been nice, damn.

He gripped a chuck of concrete with his feelers, wincing again at how heavy it felt, an painful reminder that his full strength was one again stolen from him. The same could be said of his senses, though that didn’t register before he carelessly threw the slab away in a fit of rage. The thing slammed to the ground near a passerby, though whether it hit or not, Sunny couldn’t tell. 

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        Fights were fights, no matter where he went someone who thought they were better than Dio always came along. Especially when it came to how the vampire approached crowds. Being a giant among most, very few matched his height but it wasn't unheard of and he expected people to move out of his way when he sauntered through. A good majority of the time they did, a resting bitch face that told a story he would have no problem killing someone who was in his way. However, quite often, he'd be pushing people out of the way.

          It was here that cause a strife between him and some boy with his friends. As Dio continued on without much of a glance, someone caught his shoulder. Without even looking back, The World knocked two teeth from the offender's head in a form of a phantom like arm just extending from Dio's spine. Most people couldn't see this and all the thug knew was a powerful punch. Blood and teeth hit the ground and the vampire glanced over his shoulder.

          “Don't assume you can touch me,” a warning. Ones his thug friends didn't take up. So instead, the crowd made a circle, bystanders watching a show. Dio turned and smirked, looking down on all three.

          “A warning. You can walk away now or...” a tilt of the head towards the one person missing teeth. “End up like your friend. Or worse.” Amber eyes narrowed, maintaining eye contact with all three.

IM CVRYING THIS IS SUCH A BLESSED ASK??? 

I LOVE THE IDEA OF THEM EITHER, wanting matching haircuts and Adam is the brother who’s like “you first!” and then like you said... it turns into a disaster and then Adam makes up some story on how they should look different so he doesn’t have to ruin his hair as well LOL.

ALSO PLEASE TALK TO ME ABOUT THEM LIKE I’M HERE ALL NIGHT... ACCEPTING HEADCANONS ALL NIGHT ABOUT THESE DUMB MACHINE BOYS.... 

Honestly lets imagine it went down something along the lines of this:

It was horrible honestly... Everything that Eve had done was average at most and the craftsmanship was simply... No. He couldn’t do this to himself. He twirled a strand of his own hair with his finger and looked to the other with a small smile. Although it was terrible... It was sort of unruly as the other was, and well... It didn’t look bad on him.

  Adam on the other hand... he was starting to get used to his long hair... Although in the stories he read it was unusual for men to have it as so... But, some humans wanted to be unusual... Mostly, Humans wanted to look their best.

   Knowing that... Adam would do exactly that. Pushing up his glasses and giving a small nod.

   “It suits you quite well.” 

A laugh.

    “Although, I do not think it would be the same for me.” 

As soon as he says it he can see the slight panic in Eve’s eyes and quickly puts up his pointer finger to get him to calm down, “You see, humans want to be told apart... If we were to look the same... It would simply stray us farther from humanity, wouldn’t it?”