Erwin had always been one to explore, taking the lesser known paths of the city simply for the off chance of finding something unusual. Most times it ended up being a fruitless effort, but it was fun nonetheless simply for the sake of the journey. But times he did find something of interest were the most fun- finding a small bakery, or eclectic shops to browse through- there was always something new around the corner he had yet to discover. 

The trinket-y shops were his favorites, with little knick-knacks to look over and bring home should the impulse strike. In fact, considered himself lucky when he found one particularly unusual shop. A little spot called the Copper Cauldron down a small cobbled alleyway with seemingly boarded up old shops abandoned decades prior. It was the only shop that didn’t have dusty display windows with age-old products long forgotten. The blonde noted the rather pungent smell of patchouli drift from the shop’s door. And going by the very large ‘open’ sign, it was safe to go in. 

Without a shred of hesitance, Erwin peeked his head in through the door of the small shop, looking around with thinly hidden curiosity as the door’s bell tinkled, announcing his entrance. Not immediately seeing anyone at the front counter, the man could’t help but call out. 

Rule 2: Answer the questions from the person who asked, then write 11 new ones.

Rule 3: Tag 11 and link them to the post.

Rule 4: Tell the person that tagged you that you answered their questions.

I was tagged by titanshiftingbrat

Cold or warm?

Cold as fuck. Four years in Hawaii didn't do anything.

Favorite flavor of ice cream?

Mint chocolate chip or cookie dough.

If you could instantly learn a language, what would it be?

Czech. I'd finally be able to understand my family at reunions.

If you had to loose either your sight or hearing, which would you choose?

Sight. I'm already blind in one eye, might as well get it over with.

If you could live in a place for a year, all expenses paid, but you could never go back once you leave, where would you go?

Holland.

Introvert or extrovert?

Introvert.

Who is your idol?

Margaret Hamilton, leader programmer of the Apollo missions.

What position do you sleep in?

Curled into a ball.

Prisoner's dilemma. Ally or betray?

Betray.

Do you prefer to work in a team or alone?

Alone. I don't work well with others.

If you could meet any person, dead or alive, who would it be?

Nikola Tesla.

Tagged by titanshiftingbrat

In some vague order

Steven Universe

Cosplay

Sleeping

Star Wars

Pacific Rim

Space

Robots

Cats

Science

The Doubleclicks

Piano ragtime

Show tunes

Pasta

Books

Skinny jeans

It was official that we did indeed live in a world where the normal humans were reining supreme against all others. Any hybrid species who ended up being half of something whether they would be a dog, a cat, wolf, demon, or even an angel were taken to these places called shelters to become pets with the ordinary humans. Now whatever the owners did were behind closed doors, it was up to them if they were to train their pets to be slaves or just pets. Some though did end up taking it too far sometimes.

A platinum blonde sighed as she folded up the newspaper that had been sitting in the back seat's kangaroo pouch of the taxi that took her through the city. Someone had been arrested for pet abuse that had gone too far. Humans may think they were far superior, but there were always some that could understand the pain and suffering that these hybrids were under. Angelique Candide was a writer for a fairy tale column in a local magazine, she loved writing stories and in her mind these creatures were a great source of inspiration.

When the Taxi roughly screeched to a stop the bulky man smoking his half done cigar held out a hand for the fee and she sighed placing the bills and coins into his hand before getting out of the car and let him drive off. She had gotten off at the street that had the local shelter, one of them anyways, but this one had some better treatment options. After walking in one of the workers gave her a smile and had taken her to where the selection of the pets were held in the store since the front had all the supplies needed for them like collars to...well...rather raunchier stuff behind a tinted glass window.

I died to satan with the guppy effect and 10 lives. All because of Bob’s stupid brain. 10 TIMES!

It’d be an understatement to say that Armin was nervous. After all, this was nowhere near close to her normal environment. Gone where the computers, test tubes, and the whirring machines of the lab, replaced by an office with two desks and wall full of filing cabinets stuffed to the bursting. The blonde was to become a field agent, which was ridiculous, considering her five years of outstanding work in the lab. The only experience she’s ever had with a gun is running ballistics and now she was expected to fire one and be fired at.