#touchyoudown

it really has been a while since he drove up to santa destroy - the place reminded him far too much of los angeles for him to bother making the trip. but sometimes it was worth it; sometimes, if not to get some inspiration. sure, he was not set up in the nicest places, but there were times when he felt the need to return to a simpler life, a more earthy life where inspiration could crop up naturally. 

now these were the remarkable moments in life. the ones that truly made it into his work, whether people liked it or not. they were often the unwilling subjects for his next big work; caricatures that made it usually unedited into the margins of the lives his main characters led. once again, it seemed that this was going to be the case - especially now that this cat had made itself known.

as far as he could tell, the cat came from the room a few doors down this dingy motel. at first, he thought that perhaps it would simply go on its merry way from whence it came; but no. it kept showing up at his room for whatever reason, perhaps because the ventilation system connected both rooms together in the most convenient way possible - who knew? regardless, it was getting to be a problem. he simply could not have cat fur everywhere - as much as he would have loved to snuggle with it, it definitely had an owner. an owner that would likely tear his eyeballs out if he kept the cat to himself.

and so, after a few repeated visits, he took the cat to the door in question. yes, he checked beforehand - this was the place to be. he held the cat in his arms, a very feisty little thing, and knocked on the door. once, twice, then finally... creak. it was time. very much time.

“ uh... hey, man. “ he started, holding the cat as carefully as he could in his hands. it perked up in recognition, ears twitching once or twice. “ i’m guessing this is yours? assuming it’s not from some other dimension where cat people exist predominantly, and they’re interested in human culture. “

Nightmares & Sleeping Memes

          Diva groggily stared up at Travis and silently wondered what in the world he was doing in her bedroom. Except, as she took in her surroundings, she realized she was actually in her living room. Sometime earlier that day, she had fallen asleep on her couch while watching some mindless reality TV show—ouch, no wonder her neck was so damn sore.

          She sat up on the couch with a yawn and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. “Wha’ you doing here?” Big stretch. Her joints popped deliciously. “Sometimes, I think you hang out here more than your own place.” 

“It is a warm welcome,” Maika reminded, grabbing at his finger with a hint of a sly grin. “Or it would be if you’d stop catching it every time. Ever think it might be a distraction for a warmer surprise welcome?”

❝  you shouldn’t be so RECKLESS.  ❞  she scolds -- kind demeanor replaced with one of an angry mother -- far from kind as fingers wrap a bandage upon his strained limb.  ❝  -- it will get you killed....  ❞  gaze lifts, brows furrowed in a frown -- DISAPPROVAL clearly marked upon porcelain features, lips pursed, and eyes lit with criticism. hand pats roughly upon the freshly wrapped limb -- yet another punishment for his thoughtless actions..  ❝  there. now please, be careful...  ❞

Headcanon Time!

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

FIGURE COLLECTING. XD Even before she met Travis, Maika rater enjoyed collecting figures of the various things she’s into, like anime and comics. Her collection wasn’t too large until they met, though; since she was often bouncing from job to job, she lived paycheck to paycheck and eventually the collection became a massive backseat to trying to keep her house. She failed, clearly, but now that she lives with Travis, their shared collection just keeps getting bigger and bigger~!

She also has the habit of talking to his cat, Jeane. It’s mostly when he isn’t home, but she’ll walk around their motel room hold a conversation with her as if she’s talking to another human. Another note is her tendency to become a poodle, both in appearance and mannerisms; her hair fluffs out and curls slightly in the mornings and when windblown - usually from riding on his bike - and when irritated or in the middle of a fight, she’ll snap and guard those closest to her just like a dog. Travis has, on more than one occasion I’m sure, affectionately called her a poodle and she’s still lost on why to this day.

☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon

Travis XD No but really, she likes several of the same animes he does, has a thing for comic books, and enjoys burgers and pizza perhaps a bit too much. On her own, she loves the calmness of the beach (just not Santa Destroy’s beach, hello landmines) and peace and quiet of the forest, since both are like an entire world away from the lawless city they live in. Maika’s also pretty fond of reading, chocolate covered fruits, and, believe it or not, the occasional soap opera, though she argues she watches them once in a while to make fun of them. She doesn’t.

On the other hand, she greatly dislikes the way Santa Destroy is run, cold climates (think winter), lima beans, Sylvia Christel, sappy romance novels (ironic, considering the soaps), anything with a strong scent, like candles and soaps, and pointless decorations (Why would anyone hang a seashell on their bathroom wall…?). Just a small sampling of the enigma that is Maika. XD

☼ - appearance headcanon

Mai takes a good deal of care when it comes to her appearance, if only in secret. She likes to make it seem like she’s a roll out of bed, brush hair, and go person, but in reality she fusses over her hair until it looks its best, takes time in the shower to make sure she’s clean, and even keeps a little manicure set in a hidden pocket of the backpack she takes with her to work. It’s not so much vanity as it is she wants to convey the right message: I’m dating an assassin but that doesn’t mean I can’t work a 9-5 desk job and take pride in myself.

What most people don’t know, too, is that she wears contacts, being a bit nearsighted. She prefers the way the lenses fit and make her look compared to glasses, and they can’t be broken the way glasses can. She still owns a pair of traditional frames, however, and wears them rather than the lenses when reading and sometimes at night before bed.

Slapping this last one under a readmore for nsfw-ness~

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Relationship Status:  Lovers~ Dating, girlfriend and boyfriend, the cute ones- XD

Feelings toward them: Mai’s so head over heels in love like you wouldn’t believe <3

Fantasies about them: To be honest, she DOES fantasize of him in bed- But she also occasionally dreams of marrying the guy. He’ll never know, tho~

Trait they like: His generosity and kindness. Even if it’s hidden beneath an attitude, it’s so there. <3

Trait they dislike: Headstrong and beyond impatient! Not that headstrong is bad when it’s saved their butts a few times, but impatient- They could think things through for an easier solution, you know Travis-

Favorite thing to do to bug them: Steal his sunglasses and never give them back. XD She’s also pretty fond of stealing his keys to keep him home, and dangling one of his figures over his head to get him to move. XD

Favorite thing to do to cheer them up: Kisses and cuddles. <3 Also of particular note is either giving him something to beat up (if angry) and taking him out for an afternoon for a date and burgers, finishing with movies.

Nightmare they had involving them: She’s dreamt of watching him die in front of her, trying to protect her. It’s a horrible nightmare with all too real of a possibility of coming true, and that’s what scares her the most.

Dream they had involving them: She has a lot- Her favorite, by far, is one where they move to a safer area outside of Santa Destroy and get to settle down for real, and Travis becomes a wrestler instead of an assassin. It’s more silly than something she really desires (especially because their dearly departed friend Bishop is a bear riding a tricycle in it, don’t ask), but she loves it all the same.

Muse reactions!

“Really, Travis… What in the world is taking you so long…”

Their usual date night out was always the same. Head out to one of various wrestling themed fast food joints, grab a meal, maybe speed around the city a little on his bike afterwards. Following that was half of a horror movie before they retired to the bedroom, staying there until morning… And often sleeping in, to boot.

But this was new. Maika tapped her foot, looking to the watch around her wrist with a sigh. Half an hour. Thirty whole minutes since he’d pushed her out of their motel room, barely finished dressing. What was taking him so long? And why had he insisted she wear her best skirt for this? He’d simply pushed her best outfit at her, waited for her to dress, and pushed her out the door, asking her to wait.

It never took Travis this long to get ready. For god’s sake, the man was an assassin! His idea of ‘getting ready’ was throwing on a clean shirt and jacket, fixing his hair, and done!

45 minutes.

Still no Travis.

“Travis Touchdown! What are you doing!?”

No answer.

50 minutes later, and the door finally opened. Pushing off the railing, where she’d been leaning over to stare at his bike below in the parking lot, the brunette turned to snap at her boyfriend…

Only to pause at the sight she found instead. He’d gone the whole nine yard to look presentable, with a nice black jacket, matching, brand new jeans, and a new shirt, though it still bore an anime print across the front. He even smelled like some kind of expensive cologne… Who was this well-dressed man, and where was her dork of a lover?

“T…Trav?” Oh good god she was in love. He needed to do this again- Maybe not often, but yes, please! She was faintly aware of him commenting their destination, the same wide, teasing grin on his lips, as her eyes skimmed him from head to toe and back again. Definitely handsome…

“How fast can I get you out of those tonight?”