For Zeffren: š š£ For Taft: 𤲠š¼
š for a love headcanon-
Zeffrenās mandibles fidget as she thinks about the question,
āFinding love would be nice⦠It would be the first time though. I wouldnāt say Iāve ever felt it before. I mean.. my teachers were nice, and they took care of me, but it wasnāt love. When I would see other children with their parents, that was love. None of the teachers ever looked at me like thatā¦ā
š£ for a stress headcanon-
A long agitated keen vibrated from Zeffrenās throat,
āWhen I think of stress the first thing that comes to my mind is my crew mates. They're so⦠so⦠Ugh! I just wish they would stop being such assholes! Yes, I am QUITE aware I have no markings on my face, thanks for noticing. That shouldnāt interfere with our work, but surprise!⦠it does.ā
𤲠for a religious headcanon-
Taftās mandibles lifted up in a grin at the question before he began speaking,
āOh de great spirits of Palaven!ā His voice is raised as he looks up into the air with outstretched arms. People walking by stop and stare at the scene he is making,Ā āBless our crops, our grubs, de food we eat! Take us tonighā intah wonderful sleep!⦠Ma taught me everythinā bout dem spirits.ā He looks back down with a laugh.
āIāll tell you what though, de only religious experience I eveh āave is when I gamble. Itās de rush you feel through yer veins, its de risk, de unknown of outcome dat makes yer blood run hot. When yah risk it all its de ultimate ecstasy, some times bettah den sex! Almost makes yah believe in somethinā more den whats in front of yah face⦠almost.ā
š¼ for a work headcanon-
Taft lets out a thrumming hum as he continues to stuff ammunition into his work duffle,
āIf any one donāt like deir job, dey aināt doinā it right.ā He clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth,Ā āItās all bout what yahmake it. Look at me! I just wanna blow stuff up, WHAM!ā He lets out a hardy laugh as he continues to stuff the bag over its capacity.
āJoined de military, Bam! Bam! Bam! Blew mah way through basic! Ya gottah assert, and yah commit. I nevah took no for an answah, and I never said no eithah. Itās all ābout what yah make it.ā He leans in close covering his mouth with a hand just incase a commanding officer happens to past by,
āSee, dey want me tah blow a hole through a barriah. What does dat take, like four sticks oā dynamite? Pft borinā, nah Iām packinā twenty plus three pack oā mah baby C4. A bit extra fire powah aināt nevah hurt nobody.ā He quickly straightens up, heaving the overstuffed bag over his shoulder. It barely zips shut at this point.
He throws you a wink, āWork is just what yah make it.ā