Etai Yazi

WHY IS THAT A THING?

❤ How long have you been RPing?

❥ How long have you been RPing this character?

유 Who was your first muse?

♋ What drew you to this muse?

☮ Is there anything you don’t like about playing this muse?

✌ What is the easiest aspect of playing this muse?

☏ What is the most challenging aspect of playing this muse?

☢ How many active muses do you have?

☠ Who is a muse you would want to play?

☤ What do you have in common with your muse?

☑ What are the biggest differences between you and your muse?

♚ Do you and your muse get along?

▲ Of the two of you, who is more mature, you or your muse?

♪ Are you comfortable playing your muse?

✈ Is it easier to write angst, fluff, or crack with your muse?

Well, she had him there. His flesh hand moved again to brush through the long dark hair and he he let his shoulders lift in a slight shrug, “Well, I guess I would.” Roy had almost forgotten how observant Lian was, how she saw everything. Growing up around superheroes, with everyone she knew in a mask or costume, she had to be. “But they’ll be alright.” They had to be, they had to. After this year of sitting on their hands, things were finally happening– they were ready for it. 

Little but strong arms wrapped around his thigh and he could feel small fingers gripping his uniform tight tight tight. It wasn’t hard to tell that she was scared– dammit, how was he going to explain this to her? How was he going to help her understand without traumatizing her? How do you tell a little girl that she died and came back to life? 

( For the briefest of moments, he’s glad they’re in Gotham– wonders what the Red Hood has been up to lately. He died and came back, right? Maybe he could help explain and make this transition easier. ) 

If she were a little older, Lian would have rolled her eyes at his statement. Of course he would. Lian may have only been six, but she was smart. She knew when Mia, or Rosie was gone, her other aunts and uncles were gone, that it was daddy who stayed home to make sure Lian was physically okay. It just made sense. “Auntie Donna an’ Aunt Kori will fix it.” She nodded to herself, her two aunts were the best, especially when Daddy wasn’t around to lead them.

She frowned in confusion at his answer. Why did Mr. Skootch need to be with Auntie Donna? The not-real smile he gave her didn’t do anything to make her feel better, as her grip unintentionally tightened around his uniform. Brown eyes glanced around the bunker house, it was different then the various apartments they lived in before the tower and their house. Was this why Mr. Skootch was at Donna’s? Where were her drawings on the wall?