Is it okay to give up?

>owns a furry suit you mean HE is the furry suit

Send ⚠ and a name, and i will make a bad presentation slide about that muse

Send ⚠ and a name, and i will make a bad presentation slide about that muse  

To his credit, it was one hell of a cocktail. Noiz was almost sure the thing was less of a drink and more of a dose of pure flavored alcohol, not to drown your sorrows in but to reset your memory and maybe die of alcohol poisoning if one felt too adventurous. But still it surprised him when he tried to get on his feet and stumbled right into the nearest solid surface, which happened to be the angry looking man with the sharp tongue.

“Had others before this one.” He wouldn’t let others slander his name by calling his alcoholism half assed. “And ‘m not off balance.” 

   Gozu understood the disgust that came with unclean equipment, so after he was done using a machine he’d diligently wipe it off until it was clean.  He wasn’t that much of a sweat fiend, but it seemed like basic courtesy to leave the items ready for another’s use.  Regardless, as he was busy cleaning off one of the seats, he glanced over to a man with the most peculiar hair colour.  Foreigner? Not that he had issues with that, but he always found himself curious regarding said hair tones.

   He noted how focused the other seemed in the men lounging about, doing their routines.  Oddly enough, even if the stranger doesn’t seem as imposing as other gym members, he feels himself walking closer just to offer a smile to the younger man.  “Do you feel up for sparring with me? My name is Gozu.” It wasn’t, not legally, but it was the alias he’d grown with and adapted into his identity.  Even if he wasn’t wearing his prized mask anymore, the alias stuck with him and he was unable to shake it off even from his memory.

Near the top of his list of least expected things to happen to him while visiting a gym was ‘being invited to spar’ but even so, Noiz turns to look in the direction the voice came from. Finding himself face to chest with someone broke his poker face for a bit, green eyes widening for a second as he keeps looking up until he’s finally able to look the other man in the eye.

“Wow.” That was all he could say right away. The guy looked like he was first in line when god was giving out muscles but he still managed to look friendly enough. “Sure? Why not.”

Sparring wasn’t something he was experienced with since most of his fighting could be better described as ‘asskicking in a random deserted place’. But hey, if he accepted the offer that meant possibly roughing up a guy that could probably crush his skull with his bare hands and that would be the most interesting thing to happen to him this week by a considerable margin.

Send ⚠ and a name, and i will make a bad presentation slide about that muse   

Apparently, the experience of working at a coffee shop was a lot different from working in a eletronics store that happened to stay barren during most of his work hours. Noiz came to this conclusion as he listened to Akira’s amazing tale involving the good old customer who is always right and a barista that preferred to keep his job. Well, if any good came from those types of client, it was their hability to become prime insult target on after work hours.

REBLOG, REPOST, AND FILL IN WITH DETAILS ABOUT YOUR MUSE AS IF THEY WERE A CHARACTER IN A DATING SIM.

NAME: Noiz THEIR PROFESSION: Information broker (and eletronics repairman in fatenet) WHERE THEY CAN BE FOUND: Locked in his apartment consuming delivery food. Arcades, video game and eletronic stores, chilling and people watching at random public places sometimes. FAVOURITE FOOD TYPE (breakfast, junk food, veggies, etc): Pizza, pizza over anything. His second favourite is Pflaumen Gefüllte Schweinelende mit Serviettenknödel. He has a bit of a sweet tooth as well. FAVOURITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK: Schnapps FAVOURITE TRAIT (romance, passion, sexuality, talent, flirtation, sentiment, joy): Passion maybe? As in he likes people that can be intense in their interests and emotions (in contrast to himself most of the time). WHERE THEY WOULD GO ON A DATE: Honestly it’s a bit difficult to tell, could be the skate park, your nearest arcade or a nice dinner. All depends on the partner. IDEAL GIFT:  Probably something he could wear like a new piercing or a cool shirt, anything that has rabbits is fair game. WHEN WILL THEY DRINK ALCOHOL: Who knows. Any time he doesn’t need to be functional could become alcohol time. HOW MANY DATES UNTIL THEY GO TO BED: Depends, if someone’s planning to romance him before taking him to bed it may take a long while, if no romancing is involved he’s fairly open to casual sex.

Since moving out to Akounri, Shouto had gotten used to people saying a casual greeting in passing and moving along. No longer did people stop him because they recognized him from some news story or they ‘knew his dad’ or something of the sort. It was quite nice actually.

Because of this, Shouto had gotten more comfortable with stopping and exchanging small talk with people. Without his father hanging over his every movement, Shouto found that he quite liked meeting new people in small doses.

Under reasonable circumstances of course.

He’d just reached the building he lived in, already thinking about taking a hot shower to relax before he tackled an essay that was due in a few days time, when he was approached by someone exiting the building. One of the many neighbors he had yet to meet he supposed.

Though that wasn’t the important thing. Shouto’s eyes were quick to lock onto the man’s bleeding arm and his mind was already trying to assess the damage before the other had even spoken to him.

“You should be going to a profe-” Ah. Shouto glanced down to his work uniform, the nurses scrubs that he hadn’t changed out of before he’d left the hospital that day. 

Pursing his lips, Shouto grabbed the man’s arm and carefully lifted it up so the blood flow would be slower to the wound, mindful of the glass shard he could see peeking out. “Keep your arm up.”

Then he searched through his bag to find a first aid kit he kept on hand and pulled out a sterile cloth plus a bottle of unopened water from his bag. First he needed to clean up as much of the wound as he could to see how badly the man had gotten hurt.

“Mind telling me how this happened?” Shouto asked as he got to work carefully wiping away the blood from around the wound. If it was serious then he’d have to insist on bringing the man into the hospital to have a doctor look it over and patch him up. Shouto certainly did not have the equipment necessary for patching up a serious wound either in his bag or in his home.

Noiz was relieved that the guy was quick to do something, considering the times people thought he was trying to pull a prank on them before. Though if he had to gauge his first reaction, the other man seemed to be somewhat used to the sight of blood, most likely could tell the difference between real and fake wounds.

Either way he kept his arm in place and kept his eyes on his own wound as the blood was wiped away. It seemed that most of it came from few shallow cuts from smaller glass fragments. The worst of the wound was most likely the shard Noiz had decided against touching it fearing it might have broken more if he did. “Tried to save a falling glass, it was broken before I could stop myself.”

SHIT MY THEATRE SQUAD SAID

Ah yes, the few seconds of guitar intro should have been enough to send any young adult in hearing distance back into the hellscape of mid 2000s american teen movies and their whitebread propaganda. But as someone raised under a rock, one entire ocean away from the source material, Noiz needed some added time listening to the song.

SHIT MY THEATRE SQUAD SAID.

At first there’s no reaction, the dick carver in question preferring to keep his identity hidden for a few more seconds. Maybe there was another person within hearing distance that enjoyed carving vaguely phallic shapes in their free time, who knows?

But he was unlucky this time, no dick carving enthusiasts showed themselves. And so Noiz slowly lifted his hand, his apartment keys also known as the crime weapon still safe in his other hand.