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athena or simon - asked by maikoyo
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ooc; oops sorry for the wait!! replies will be on the way at some point soon hahaha just been busy with adjusting back to being home and preparing for work and ughhh stuff lots of stuff
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☾ ☮
☾ : Sleep headcanon
Simon doesn’t sleep much these days, not that this bothers him. He prefers to spend his time working, researching, and reading. When he does finally fall asleep, he only tends to do so for a few hours at a time in a series of catnaps. Time spent behind bars always had him cautious to drop his guard, after all. And a busy mind doesn’t rest easy.
☮ : Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon
In spite of his rough personality, Simon likes to keep a clean living space. His room, while full of various trinkets and memorabilia, is orderly and well-kept. Even his paperwork, his sword collection, and Taka’s perch, are all reasonably looked after. This isn’t to say, however, that he cares much for spaces outside his own. Should Taka leave a mess on any of his sister’s things, Simon won’t be bothered to clean it up.
♤ : Cooking headcanon
♤ : Cooking headcanon
Any cooking technique Simon may have had has certainly rusted over the past seven-eight years. And spending most of his time working doesn’t have him looking into improving that technique anytime soon. He can prepare a few simple dishes, however, and is actually pretty helpful to have in the kitchen. He has a talent for slicing and dicing the ingredients.
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☾ : Sleep headcanon
☠ : Drinking/drunk headcanon
☼ : Childhood headcanon
☯ : Genderbent headcanon
⋆ : Sex headcanon
☮ : Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon
☄ : Any AU headcanon (modern, school, medieval, and so on)
♤ : Cooking headcanon
☻ : Mood headcanon
♒ : Any other question of your choosing
Something tells me that you would like to lead that lecture.
Hm, well, it comes with the job.
Perhaps I would. It's been said I have quite a way with words. Leave them in a room with me and I'll have them running for their desks.
So it does. I'm sure my colleagues take great comfort in it.
逆転裁判5らくがき詰め
darkquills started following you
"Hello to you too, Mister." She pouted at his demeanor, but the man did go through a lot so Trucy had to give him the benefit of the doubt.
"Daddy and the rest are busy so someone has to stay behind and watch the Agency, not to mention I’m the one who also schedules the clients and help out around the place." She chuckled, obviously proud of what she does even if it didn’t seem like a big deal. "Would you like some tea or cookies, Mister?"
"...I see. Does all of that include circus performing? Or... whatever this get-up entails?"
He supposed he couldn't judge Wright too sternly if the girl was capable enough. Still, he only gave her one of his more skeptical looks before awkwardly seating himself at the sofa with his back especially rigid and his hands at his knees. How does one pass the time around a headstrong sixteen-year-old?
"Tea." He frowned, eyeing her sternly. Might as well try to be somewhat civil if he was going to wait around to speak with one of the others.
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"I would most likely die due to the blood loss if my tongue was ripped out. Not a bad way too go, but not very original." The boy looked up, watching as the hawk flew up.
"Cool… Do they have a name?" He blinked, looking back towards the taller man.
"Hmph. Death? If you choked, perhaps. But that kind of wound's not fatal. No need to assume the dramatics."
Keeping his eyes on the circling shape in the sky, Simon only slowly twirled the feather kept between his teeth. "...Taka."
darkquills started following you
"Oh don’t worry, I’ve been practicing even outside of court. Reading through records Phoenix’s previous cases before he lost his badge is also really interesting. I started on it when I first came to the office, but I had to put it on hold once things picked up recently."
"Oh? And what do you do for fun, Simon?”
"Good. But familiarizing yourself with text and pages won't give you the experience you need to prepare your resolve for duels of wills and wits. You've only just gotten your feet wet, Cykes-dono. And if I remember correctly, the courtroom still puts your nerves on edge."
"...Work. I enjoy work."
» ruffled feathers
Half past nine PM and Simon's only just reaching for his house keys. Every movement is stiff, exact, rigid. As is the mildly-disgruntled glare he shoots over his shoulder at the woman standing behind him with her wrists clasped in handcuffs. Taka ruffles his feathers indignantly.
"Don't look so cross. You're out for the weekend on house arrest for a brief 'rehabilitative,' supervised visit. Be thankful I could grant you that much."
He snorts, thinking back on how the detention facility had almost seemed more eager than not to have her off their hands for two days, and turns the key in its lock to shove open the door with his unoccupied shoulder. Upon Simon's entry into the house, his hawk instantly swoops off to instead settle on a silver perch in the corner of the living room. He's much more intent on preening his wings than having anything to do with tensions between the two Blackquills. It's been a while since Aura has been home, after all. Not that a bird - even a highly-intelligent one - can really ponder on why.
Simon turns to face his sister once he has the door shut behind them. And lifts a small, separate key to show her as he speaks again. "Don't make me regret my generosity. You wouldn't even think of doing that, would you?" One corner of his mouth twitches in the hint of a smirk that seems as lazily mocking as the drawl in his voice. But he only reaches over for her wrists to unlock her cuffs for her, if none-too-gently. Gentle has never been a Blackquill trait.
Take heart. The bejeweled night sky is still beautiful even when viewed through bars.