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@wiire | Mun Questionz <3

1. What makes you the most emotional about your muse?

So many things, but I think it’s those little moments where something he says or does in canon makes me.. not just laugh, because I’m never really laughing at Jane. I’m, giddy and vitalized when he does something that makes me laugh, I’m pleased with his way of life and how he lives fully.

He’s earnest no matter what the situation is, and that just... brings me glee. He, like... loves his life. Loves kicking ass, going on missions, getting down in the dirt and the mud and fighting for the rights of his people!!!!!! 

12. What about your muse amuses you?

It’s.. the unsaturated stupidity that gets to me. The completely earnest, violent, way of being. His reactions. His clear Single-Brain-Celledness. Like. how he repeats everything The Administrator says in Meet the Spy!?! that’s hilarious, like, everyone can hear her, dude!! AND THEN HE FOLLOWS UP WITH STRUGGLING TO REMEMBER THE ‘1111′ PASSWORD? God, what a fucking legend?  

And then, whenever he says “Hello,” to someone in the comic I literally almost cry. This should be in the Emotional section, but I’m lazy. He’s so good, and funny, and supportive.

13. What about your muse makes you sad?

When he’s dismissed as an idiot! Like, I know that’s what I said I loved about him, but he’s not outright brain-dead. He’s very much a ‘Boy Who Cried Wolf’ in terms of ‘LOOK AT MY COOL PLAN’ but, like in the story, there’s those times where he’s not only Spot On, but he’s eerily 3-steps ahead of everyone (while simultaneously being 5-steps behind him.)

   The engineer’s eyebrow lifted at the comment coming from the sleeping man near him. For a ceasefire day, it wasn’t all that uncommon that an occasional RED and BLU come across each other… especially when checking out the neutral zone between their homes. Still, the last thing he’d expected was to catch the BLU scout napping in a little cranny of the empty warehouse to catch him muttering some… questionable things. Dell cracked a smile of amusement.

   “I sure as hell hope that ain’t true,” he responded a little loudly with amusement evident in his voice, hoping to wake the other. While ceasefire meant no official fighting was to break out, some didn’t take to the opposing color very kindly, but if there was something Dell didn’t want, it was for someone else in his team to come around and attack another in their sleep. “This here’s an interesting place to nap.”

A book was still open. It sat across Russell’s lap, leaving the cover and back on show for anyone to see. ‘The Shadow over Innsmouth‘ by H.P. Lovecraft was what he was reading, or perhaps trying to. 

it seemed he had just been looking for a quiet place to enjoy his book, only to let his sleep deprivation get the better of him. 

“Huh...” his eyelids fluttered when he heard a voice talking to him, “What’s... what’s... not true...”

They open a little slightly as he spoke, but then they opened wide and he let a small yelp of alarm when he realised there was a RED right there in front of him. He scrambled to his feet.

He hasn’t had much a chance to travel, so he doesn’t have much of an opinion yet. The furthest he ever went was when he first moved out, going from Massachusetts to Washington. However, he does want to travel and explore and find new places, and he likes seeing what’s out there when he goes out on his motorbike on a free day or night. 

He’s used to urban areas. However, he currently lives in an apartment that while is still in a city, it’s still a little bit tucked away so it’s quieter. Not necessarily suburb but not city centre either. 

He has thought about living in a more rural place, like a house in the countryside, but he wonders if he’d miss the bustle of cities. 

Ultimately, he just wants to be happy, and his family and friends to be happy. He doesn’t necessarily know what he wants to do. He knows he wants the band to be more successful and to possibly go further than they have already (they seem to be on the way with that) and he has thought about doing some other things to get under his belt. 

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3. What makes you follow someone?

The Russian blinked in surprise at what he saw inside the bag. Carefully, he removed them, using both giant hands to examine first the journal then the music box. 

As gently as his giant fingers could manage, he wound up the music box and let it play. The amount of effort the other man put into the gifts left Misha dumbfounded. He loved them.

“My caregiver--” Though that was stretching it slightly, but that what she is in a technical point of view. Echo couldn’t really use the term ‘mother’, not after numerous observations of other mother-child pairs and explanations from the mercs. “--left me when I bested her in telekinetic combat and that was--” Echo paused as she took a moment to make the necessary calculations. “--approximately 6 years ago. Made my first kill some time after.”