26. “Remember our first date? When you took me to Starbucks and it took me 15 minutes just to choose a flavour of Frappuccino? I was never sure about anything, never. But I was so fucking sure about you!”

“Do I want the steak? Maybe the fish, but the chicken sounds so good.” Chase debated with himself as he looked at the menu, doing everything in his power to not look at the prices since he knew it would make him anxious. “What are you thinking of getting?” He asked his dinner mate, seeing that his hand was gently running across the pages of the menu, reading the braille that was there. 

“Host believes that the chicken would be a good choice since he tends to favor poultry over red meats and fish upsets his stomach.” Host stated as he used the hand he was reading with to close the menu, showing that he was done. 

“The chicken does look like it’d be good, but should we get the same meal? That ruins the fun of ‘let me try yours and you can try mine’.” Chase chewed the inside of his cheek. “Man I’m bad at making choices.” 

“While he may lack in decision making, he is never ending in sweet smiles and kind words.” Host smiled himself, knowing that Chase’s nervous chuckle meant he was red-faced. 

“Remember our first date?” Chase suddenly asked. “When you took me to Starbucks and it took me fifteen minutes just to choose a flavor of Frappuccino?” Host joined Chase with laughter at the memory. “I was never sure about anything, never.” Chase reached over the table and placed his hand on top of Host’s. “But I was so fucking sure about you.” Now it was Host’s turn to be red-faced. 

“I’m sorry for somewhat eavesdropping in on that, but that was the cutest thing ever.” The waiter chuckled. 

“You’re just trying to do your job, my dude.” Chase flashed a smile and looked back down at the menu. “Fuck it, we’ll take the chicken.” 

“Language.” Host said in a soft warning as he handed his menu to the waiter after Chase gave him his own. 

“Oh, sorry.” Chase rubbed his neck.

“Adorable.” The waiter chuckled some more and walked off. 

“Host would like to state that he’s not adorable, he’s handsome.” Host corrected and straightened up in his seat. 

“I think you’re down-right precious.” Chase teased, poking the tip of Host’s nose and laughing when Host went back to blushing.  

No worries, you’re all good. I actually like Robbie so all is good.

He doesn’t sleep per se, he just goes into this sort of sleep paralysis thing…?

When he first met JJ, he thought the mute was another type of zombie because he had never seen someone dressed like JJ in this era before

JBM had to rescue him from a fire before because his sleeve hung too close to the fireplace. He stays away from fire now

He doesn’t go into Sean’s recording room because the lights hurt his eyes

His favourite holiday isn’t Halloween but actually All Souls Day

He wants to see a concert one day

He doesn’t get out often because… you know… he’s a zombie

He enjoys JJ’s company because he finds it easier to learn sign than relearning English

JJ’s pies are his life. He prefers the plum pies though

Thanks for the ask!

Fie I did ‘finish’ him I suppose:

He’s a clumsy thing, who unfortunately hates the dark, so he tries to sleep like everyone else does. (Though it can be hard going against his nature.) This does mean he has the occasional nightmare. 

He often hides behind his big soft wings when frightened or just for comfort. 

Loves fruit, and soft plushies to keep him company. He makes the happiest little squeaks. His favorite colour is obviously black, but he also loves turquoise. 

He makes fruit rice so he can make cute little bento boxes with the cute pandas and bears.

Likes to sleep with his legs in the air or upside down. (Usually, that just means he sleeps at the wrong end of the bed, or has his legs up against the wall but sometimes he does indeed sleep upside down.) 

His hobbies include collecting little items of interest, making origami, and exploring. 

He’s quiet but he does hum alot, and can also be very clingy and loves getting affection.