ᴋɪɴɢ ᴢᴇᴇ.

[kangez]

hello hi mun here.

i haven’t been feeling too well the past day or so, so i’ve been lacking in replies. but i’m gonna get to those tonight as well as the messages/plots y’all have sent me!

[kangez]

bahyki;

                 he was on edge.  anybody in his position would be, he was the leader of a targeted group— and he practically had a red target etched into his forehead. he had gone through a pack and a half of cigarettes in the past hour, excessive smoking was a nasty nervous habit of his. upon footsteps behind him, he panicked, almost whipping his glock out of his back pocket,  ❛ what? ❜ he barked angrily, almost biting through his cigarette.

“y’know boss, if i didn’t know you better-- i’d say you’re shitting your pants right this second,” came ezra’s cheeky response as he entered the room, thumbing through his pocket for his own pack of smokes. even after being part of the honesuki for close to six years, he still hasn’t learned to make an appropriate entrance. fitting the filter between his front teeth, he lit the end of his cigarette and inhaled deeply, the warm smoke settling in his lungs before he exhales. “came here to see what the plan was. you’ve got one, don’t’ya?” ashing his bogie, he raised a brow as he awaited a response... but being the person he is, he spoke up yet again. “i mean, even if you don’t... obviously on ya side, y’know. i’ll take out w h o e v e r needs to be.”

[kangez]

ilya;

He had not taken more than three steps as a man free from another nightmarish double shift when the call came. The ringtone was shrill in the quiet hallway, prompting a minute flinch as he transferred what he was holding onto one arm. Surprisingly steady hands pulled out a slim, black flip phone from his back pocket, dark eyes scanning the ID presented on reflex alone. Only one entity called him on this number, one that would never take no for an answer. Ilya bit back a sigh and pressed the green button.

“Hello?” came his rough inquiry, throat cleared discreetly in an attempt to minimize any disrespect his gruffness could cause; such were the woes of a bass vocal range. A staticky chuckle reached through the line, wrapping phantom limbs around his heart just to squeeze. He ducked into a quiet alcove while he listened. 

“Doctor,” it whispered. “I know you’ve had a rough week, my deepest condolences.” False pity from a fake facade. ”I must inform you, however, that duty calls. It is time. Are you ready?” He took a breath. The mock sympathy burned as he swallowed it, forcing the bursts of remembered pain caused by a cruel blade and that sweet voice far away. Not now. “Yes.”

Reality bent into fantasy right before his tired eyes as that deceptively soft voice delivered the necessary information. A medical assignment with an unknown location, a patient prone to violence, a code word for safety, and two important phone numbers were conveyed. His confirmation of accepting and understanding the details ended the conversation, deft fingers immediately dialing one of the numbers he’d been given. As the line rang, he continued onward towards the exit. Each step stripped emotional vulnerability from him until there was nothing left to purge.

A sneaking suspicion took hold as he opened the backdoor to find the heavens pouring rain as if a biblical flood was on the horizon: there would be no time for sleep tonight. Amongst the pitter-patter of raindrops someone on the other end picked up.

“I don’t need any fuckin’ stitches--- ouch! Don’t touch it, damn idiot!” Ezra hissed as the figure before him began prodding at the exit wound of his latest gunshot. Needless to say, the male was not proud of himself. He’s not one to ever allow his target to set hands on him or scathe him in any which way. Tonight had been a messy encounter that Ezra could not wrap his mind around, his target was supposed to be alone, that’s what his informant had sent him as their last message... and when he entered the surrounding area of the club, his efforts had been wasted and he was showered in a rain of bullets. Good thing he’s quick on his feet. Yet the one thing he couldn’t swallow was the simple fact that he hadn’t been able to eliminate his mission and that... t h a t royally pissed him off.

“You’re not a doctor, ya fuckin’ imbecile. Get the fuck off me,” using the arm that had been wounded, he shoved the gang member away and felt a burning regret travel up his bicep. “Fuck!” He scowled, watching the deep red billow out through the threads of his ruined shirt, his jaw clenching repeatedly as he deals with the searing pain. “Haven’t ya heard of painkillers? Can I get some now or are you gonna stand here, lookin’ dumb?”

“Ungrateful prick,” is muttered under the nameless man’s breath as he tossed a card at Ezra’s chest, using his other hand to push his sunglasses back into place. “Boss wants you to wait for this kid to call, said he’ll fix you up real quick and have your ass back on the street in no time. Got it?” There’s no response as the assassin fumbled with the card in his hand, blank eyes scanning over the information presented.

“You can’t be fuckin’ serious... a DOCTOR!?” Ezra bellowed, his chest heaving in place as he held up the contact’s info. “No way in hell am I getting mixed up with the likes of that, is he crazy!?” Having made his point very, very clear, Ezra disappeared back into his apartment and slammed the door shut, intent on drinking away the pain.

...that is until it became too much to bear, whiskey bottle conveniently emptied and his arm still throbbing.  There was no way he was getting back to the streets to eliminate that rat in this state and even more so, he’d never be back on the streets if he lost his damned arm. So that’s how he found himself with his receiver pressed to his ear when his phone rang and his pride buried six feet, a gruff, “It’s you, right? Get the fuck over here before I change my mind.”

[kangez]

❝ Are you letting pride cloud your judgment? ❞

HOUSE OF CARDS (US) STARTERS : HERE.

“EXCUSE ME?” he spits, his eyes narrowed at such a comment directed towards him.

“I dunno who the fuck you think you are,” he starts again, tone filled to the brim with poison as he stalks closer to the female, his gaze never leaving her own. “But I don’t take kindly to strangers asking me dumb fucking questions and thinking they can get away with it. Understood?” 

[kangez]

☹ ✇ ✈

MUSE HEADCANONS: here.

☹: something that makes my muse upset?

ezra can be compared to that of a ticking time bomb waiting to be set off. he may often describe himself as a person with no emotions, and part of that is true. but there’s an immeasurable amount of rage held up inside of that man’s body that makes it easy for people to upset him or anger him. though the one thing that knows how to crawl its way under his skin is the thought of his parents. he loathes those people. 

✇: my muse’s favorite movie, director, and/or film genre?

again, zee doesn’t find himself watching too many movies or really focusing on who directs what. but throw a good horror film in front of him and he’s hooked. what can he say? he likes pitching new ideas for the torture room.

✈: where my muse would go if they could move anywhere?

ireland. ezra feels as if the “rolling green” pasture would calm his screaming nerves. or maybe he’d just find a whole new herd of cattle to slaughter, yeah?

[kangez]

☠ , ♫

MUSE HEADCANONS: here.

☠: my muse’s biggest fear?

if you were to ask ezra this directly, he’d tell you to fuck off the nearest bridge-- but with much more venom and cursing. he’s never been an open person, and it’s highly unlikely that he’ll ever learn to be. but his biggest fear is coming face to face with the monster that he ultimately helped create. himself. his fear is to face himself and realize that he’ll never amount to anything more than the blood spilled upon his hands. though... does he really care? after all, he’s having so much fun playing god.

♫: my muse’s favorite song, band, and/or music genre?

zee likes a lil’ bit of everything. he’s not picky when it comes to good music--- but he tends to lean more towards the likes of ghost, and old school rap. 

[kangez]

♔

MUSE HEADCANONS: here.

♔: my muse’s celebrity crush(es)?

all things considered, ezra does not have much time to dwell on the lives of celebrities, nor does he care enough to do so. but if anyone brings up kate winslet, he stops and listens, because redheads have always been his downfall. too bad she’s blonde now.

[kangez]

✧ ✺ ✗ ✈ ✉

MUSE HEADCANONS: here.

✧: what my muse’s netflix queue looks like?  

ezra’s netflix would be pretty barren, save for the few episodes of breaking bad that he’s seen and the multitude of planet earth documentaries watched. he likes to pull up netflix after he’s had a night out and can barely see straight. helps him sleep.

✺: something my muse loves and never gets tired of?

ezra doesn’t do much that isn’t already apart of his routine, only on occasion does he stray from his norm. and when he does, he loves to stay holed up inside watching reruns of ‘the nanny’ while he destroys a container of cookies ‘n’ cream ice cream. good thing nobody has caught him doing it, saves his image.

✗: something my muse hates or gets angry about?

it is very, VERY easy to piss ezra off. even if you’re brushing by him and you happen to look at him in a mannerism of which he does not like. but the one thing he truly can’t hold back his rage from is when someone he’s around is far too peppy for his taste. rubs him the wrong way immediately and he makes quick work to shut said person up.

✈: where my muse would go if they could move anywhere?

ireland. ezra feels as if the “rolling green” pasture would calm his screaming nerves. or maybe he’d just find a whole new herd of cattle to slaughter, yeah?

✉: the last person my muse texted and what the text said?

the last person he texted was conveniently someone from his gang about what the plans were for tonight. he’s getting antsy- hasn’t had a kill in days.

[amblingalps]

muse headcanons!

send me a symbol and i’ll tell you:

☠: my muse’s biggest fear ☮: when my muse feels the most at ease ☺: something that makes my muse happy ☹: something that makes my muse upset ♫: my muse’s favorite song, band, and/or music genre ✇: my muse’s favorite movie, director, and/or film genre ♔: my muse’s celebrity crush(es) ❤: what my muse looks for in a person they like ☂: my muse’s favorite season or time of year ∞: if my muse believe in ghosts, aliens, etc. ✧: what my muse’s netflix queue looks like ✎: what my muse’s best subject in school is/was ♧: something my muse is really good at ✺: something my muse loves and never gets tired of ✗: something my muse hates or gets angry about ☆: what my muse would be famous for if they were famous ✿: what my muse would like to do when they’re older ✈: where my muse would go if they could move anywhere ✆: the last person my muse called and what it was about ✉: the last person my muse texted and what the text said

[kangez]

jiha;

funnily enough,  even though he’s standing here in front of her now,  sneering at her,  she can still remember what he looked like when he was smiling.  she used to see it so often,  she can still remember it so clearly,  but then again she can also remember the image of his face with a blood on his hands  &  a dead body at his feet.  she expects the scathing tone in his voice,  the anger,  the bitterness,  but all this only reminds her of how she had felt all those years ago.  her fists clench beside her,  she’d taken every precaution possible so that she wouldn’t have to remember  &  yet,  just by the sight of him all the memories come to surface again.

she sighs,  lips pressed tight together.  she could yell,  get angry just like he did,  but she’s so tired suddenly,  he was always a fight she could never win.  “  nice to see you too.  ”  she says instead,  instead of the millions of questions she’s wanted to ask since she saw him.  she wonders if he remembers it the way she does,  remembers how he had been the hand that pushed her that inch closer to losing her mind.  she wonders if he knows he’d been the source of her nightmares for so long.

she wants to be angry too,  she wants to yell  &  curse  &  spit at his feet,  she wants to ask for her innocence back,  but all she feels now is this heavy emptiness.  maybe she’s a bit scared too,  of what he did then  &  what he could do now.  she pulls at the sleeves of her jacket,  licks her lips,  fiddles with her fingers.  had elevators always been this suffocating  ?

“yeah, sure.” is his calculated response and he wonders why this elevator is taking so goddamn long to come to a stop, because he’s not sure how much longer he can withstand being in her presence. she had morphed from his most wondrous dream to a sickening reality of how filthy humans really are; how fleeting and uncaring they truly can be. he knows shedding the blame of his lost beliefs onto her shoulders is rather naive, as he’s always been set up for a failure of emotions and mental stability, but he holds onto that grudge like he holds his trigger: poised and careful. too shaky and he’ll lose control. too wild and she’ll gain it.

“listen, don’t wanna be stuck in here with you anymore than you with me-- so let’s make it quick and keep to ourselves,” his tone of voice is pointed and narrow, leaving very little room for any argument to arise, as he’s grown even worse at handling conflicts without them ending in red. and he knows that she’s seen enough of his side that he likes to portray in private. though the thought of scarring her even further in terms of revenge tickles the back of his mind in such a way that he drops his head forward and hides an amused smirk behind the palm of his hand.

it doesn’t take long for him to conjure up many images of himself, blood-soaked fingers and an array of weapons at his disposal, with jiha as his witness AND victim. would the gang be opposed to him bringing in someone for his own sadistic pleasantries? would they even question his decisions? after all, they’d all seen him at his prime once or twice---- clouded irises and a grin so menacing in itself that his prey was more scared of his bare hands than the artillery he used to commit such heinous acts. it wasn’t until he was so deep in thought did he realize that he was still beside his ex, and that all of these thoughts were directed at her, and suddenly he felt the itching need to be o u t of this elevator before he painted the surrounding walls red in his rage.

[kangez]

jiha;

tonight starts like any other,  red lipstick  &  leather jacket on,  a game waiting to be played.  she stops though,  before she steps into the building,  &  walks back to her car for the phone she had left behind.  she knows she could go without,  that she could go in there,  win  &  then escape like she has done so many times before,  but her wounds from last time still haven’t fully healed yet  &  she knows she’ll need her emergency speed dials tonight.  so she goes back,  gets her phone,  makes the players at the poker table wait just that much longer,  &  then runs to catch the elevator before the door closes.

she should’ve just left her phone in the car,  she should’ve never left the house in the first place.  she doesn’t see him at first,  takes a moment to slip her phone from her hand to her pocket,  but then notices that she’s not alone.  she turns  &  as soon as she does all her breath is robbed from her throat.  standing just a few feet from her is a face she’d  sworn  she’d forget,  a name she’d spent so long trying to erase.  she can only stare at him,  mouth part way open,  as the elevator starts moving  &  her heart squeezes painfully behind her chest.

does she say something  ?  does she pretend he’s not there  ?  her heart’s racing a mile a minute.  she isn’t as scared as she thought she would’ve been,  maybe,  underneath all the worry  &  surprise she’s a little glad to see him.  see that he’s okay,  that he hasn’t changed that much from the last time she’d seen him.  she knows though,  that thoughts like that are useless now.  in the end all she can manage is a quiet,  “  — e z r a.  ”

it wasn’t like ezra enjoyed the memories this building brought back, nor did he reminisce the familiar sting ebbing away at his blackened soul-- no, it was not his intention to return here ever again. this was the same place he gives credit to killing the last piece of humanity inside of him. he leans against the black trim of his impala and sighs through an exhale of smoke, nervously picking at the filter with his thumbnail as he ashes the cigarette. was he feeling something stirring in the pit of his heart? no, he promised himself never again. he was here to smoke, drink, and win some extra cash. but couldn’t you do that anywhere else? his conscious really was starting to tick him off.

so tonight begins for him the moment he crushes the bogie under the heel of his boot and stalks inside, the layout of the building etched forever in his memory, making his way straight for the elevator that would lead him to his hopeful success. it doesn’t take long for him to immediately regret that decision though. there WERE stairs for a reason. and hearing his given name whispered so carefully, in that o n e voice he would recognize anywhere, makes him wonder just why the hell he didn’t risk a few flights of stairs to the next level.

mentally crossing his fingers, he prays that his hearing had deceived him and turns effortlessly on his feet, only to be met with a sight he had consistently reminded himself to stop thinking of. dreaming of. wondering of. it was her. the one he can recall crawling her way through to his heart and crushing whatever expectations he had of people-- that all they were was shit dolled up to mask the most evil intentions. yet now being face to face with her, he’s bitter: after all, he was right. and she was the biggest pile of shit done up to fit a standard he no longer believed her to be. “...get the FUCK outta my face, jiha !”

[kangez]

❝ Nobody tells me when to work and when to play. ❞

HOUSE OF CARDS (US) STARTERS : HERE.

“HUH?” is the first noise to tumble from his lips, a brow piqued in question.

“look, that’s all good and everything but... the fuck does that have to do with me?” ezra isn’t one to take kindly to people wasting his time and the current one in front of him was doing a whole deal of exactly that, to the point he felt like reaching out to curl his fingers around that lithe throat to effectively cut off any type of communication. he refrained from doing so, though. instead he shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket and rolled his head back, a deep, resonating groan rising from his lungs-- after fishing around in one pocket, he found what he had been searching for and lit the nicotine-filled stick, pulling from the filter between his lips to inhale and as he exhaled after, a statement followed. “are you looking to play with me? i’ll warn you - i never play fair.”

[kangez]

❝ Do you get off on this or something? ❞

HOUSE OF CARDS (US) STARTERS : here.

“WOULDN’T you like to know, shithead?”

the older of the two men sneered, though anyone whom witnessed the interaction could see the mirth swimming in his orbs. their so-called friendship had always been like this. or would it be better deemed as a work relationship? either way, ezra found himself in the care of this other more often than not– to the point where their constant bickering and subtle jabs became the norm. much like this last bout of words they were throwing at one another. “aren’t you tired of try’na get under my skin? figuratively  a n d  literally,” as if right on time, a hiss fights pass his lips as ilya cleans his latest battle wound, his body tense and his jaw clenching instinctively. “fuck, i knew you liked me, princess. any harder and i might just have to pounce on ya or somethin’.”

[thememesource]

house of cards (US) starters

from the first season. content warning: violence, sexuality, profanity, gendered slurs.

❝ I have no patience for useless things. ❞

❝ I love that woman. I love her more than sharks love blood. ❞

❝ I almost pity him. ❞

❝ Wait. We’re in a very gray area. Ethically. Legally. Which I’m okay with – ❞

❝ We’re in the same boat now. Take care not to tip it over. I can only save one of us from drowning. ❞

❝ Centuries from now, when people watch this footage, who will they see smiling just at the edge of the frame? ❞

❝ They talk while I sit quietly and imagine their lightly salted faces frying in a skillet. ❞

❝ Such a waste of talent. ❞

❝ What a martyr craves more than anything is a sword to fall on, so you sharpen the blade, hold it at just the right angle, and then 3, 2, 1– ❞

❝ Nobody can hear you. Nobody cares about you. Nothing will come of this. ❞

❝ You want my advice? ❞

❝ Treading water is the same as drowning, for people like you and me. ❞

❝ I know all about hate. ❞

❝ Maybe it’s best he died so young. He wasn’t doing much but taking up space. ❞

❝ You don’t have to lecture me like a little girl. ❞

❝ You’ve got a long way to go. Don’t be so arrogant. ❞

❝ It’s so refreshing to work with someone who’ll throw a saddle on a gift horse rather than look it in the mouth. ❞

❝ I don’t think you appreciate anything. I think you’re an ungrateful, self-entitled little c– ❞

❝ Cunt. You’re a cunt. ❞

❝ Friends make the worst enemies. ❞

❝ Nobody tells me when to work and when to play. ❞

❝ That’s a rookie mistake. ❞

❝ Are you letting pride cloud your judgment? ❞

❝ I promise you’ll never be bored. ❞

❝ The most you’ll ever make of yourself is blowing men like me. ❞

❝ I can smell the cock on your breath from here. ❞

❝ You think you can get under my skin? ❞

❝ You’re too intimidating. ❞

❝ Do you get off on this or something? ❞

❝ There’s no better way to overpower a trickle of doubt than with a flood of naked truth. ❞

❝ I have to be ruthless, because failure is not an option. ❞

❝ So, you’re fuckin’ my son? ❞

❝ Here’s another truth that’s gonna be hard to swallow: I’m all you’ve got. ❞

❝ I’m not going to lie. I despise children. There. I’ve said it. ❞

❝ So, a piece of advice as far as career strategies go: It’s not worth fucking your way to the middle. ❞

❝ Proximity to power deludes some into believing they wield it. ❞

❝ A great man once said, everything is about sex. Except sex. Sex is about power. ❞

❝ I have zero tolerance for betrayal, which they will soon indelibly learn. ❞

❝ You don’t understand, I’m not afraid of you anymore. ❞

❝ Such a shame, how naive you are. ❞

❝ I just thought I should open those big bright eyes. ❞

❝ You want me to teach you? ❞

❝ I wanted to be significant. ❞

❝ I envy your free spirit, and I’m attracted to it, but not all of us have that luxury. ❞

❝ What I chose was a man I could love for more than a week. ❞

❝ Fact, I have something that you want. You have something that I want. ❞

❝ Have I said something amusing? ❞

❝ He doesn’t measure his wealth in private jets, but purchased souls. ❞

❝ Of all the things I hold in high regards, rules are not one of them. ❞

❝ Are you even capable of language, or do you only understand depravity? ❞

❝ Have the courage in death that you never had in life. ❞

❝ I pray to myself, for myself. ❞

❝ I won’t let people like you fuck up the world my child has to live in. ❞

❝ Am I an enemy you want to make? ❞

❝ You can’t purchase loyalty. Not the sort I have in mind. ❞

[kangez]

OUT OF CHARACTER SECTION:

general.

NAME ezra kang. NICKNAME(S) normally introduces himself and ultimately goes by the given nickname zee, that the honesuki had given him. almost no one is trusted with his birth name. AGE 26. BIRTHDAY March 9th, 1991. BIRTH PLACE daegu. NATIONALITY south korea. RACE/ETHNICITY korean. SEX male. GENDER cismale. PRONOUNS he / him / his. ROMANTIC ORIENTATION pan. SEXUAL ORIENTATION pan.

relationships.

PARENTS  byun soyi ( mother ) & kang byungchul ( father ). SIBLINGS none. CLOSE FRIENDS none. ADVERSARIES anyone who gets in his way. LOVER(S) elijah nam.

physicality.

HEIGHT 5′8′’. WEIGHT 141lbs. BUILD thin, not too bulky, but enough muscle to get the job done. quick. HAIR COLOUR naturally black and keeps it that way. EYE COLOUR warm brown. SHOE SIZE 8.5

appearance.

EYE SIGHT wears glasses mostly for a fashion statement. BODY HAIR clean shaven. COSMETIC none. ENHANCEMENTS none. TATTOOS skeletal grim reaper designed on his left shoulder as his homage to his position in the honesuki. the egyptian god anubis on his right shoulder as another nod towards his position. a back piece that depicts a skull and clock, as if he’s the bringer of your death. PIERCINGS right ear- lobe and upper lobe, as well as his industrial. left ear- lobe and upper lobe, as well as a tragus piercing. SCARS a deep scar on his lower abdomen from a previous stab wound. MARKS birthmark under his chin, faint in color. ATTIRE formal when needed, but mostly casual and semi-formal when working on a job.

personality.

ZODIAC pisces. ALIGNMENT chaotic evil. MYERS-BRIGGS istp ENNEAGRAM type 8 / the asserter.  TEMPERAMENT choleric melancholic blend. HOGWARTS HOUSE slytherin. ELEMENT fire. ANIMAL lion.

mentality.

SAVVIES handling stressful situations in which most people give up, being able to bear pressure and quick thinking when taking care of gang-related business on the streets. sickeningly perfected the art of lying. quick to adapt to his surroundings. skilled in handling a multitude of weapons. INEPTITUDE understanding people’s emotions. being humble. and respecting others, which has even gotten him into some trouble within his own gang. QUIRKS he talks quite fast and with a lisp if he’s ever unable to shoulder the nerves and pressure of the situation. writes down the names of everyone he meets and how he met them, where they were ( he has this unnerving way of keeping records, so to speak. as if everyone he meets is going to betray him in some form that he needs to seek revenge ). LURES blood, confrontation, pretty men, and defiant women. MORALITY even if he wasn’t apart of the honesuki, he’d be killing for fun. he has no morals. PERCEPTION always half empty. there is no real reason for him being here, and he does what is needed to make that empty bit a whole lot more exciting.

IN CHARACTER SECTION:

biggest fear ?

“FEAR? don’t make me laugh. the only thing anyone should fear is what i’m going to do when i get my hands on them.”

happiest memory ?

“who the fuck are you? try’na interview me or some shit-- you’re all the same. gonna need a’lotta whiskey before you worm your way into my head.”

most embarrassing moment ?

“guess i could answer this,” a sigh is fleeting from his parted lips, mingled with the lingering exhale of smoke as he flicks the butt of his cigarette, ash falling. “y’know those nights where you get so fucked up nothing makes sense anymore? you wake up and can’t even remember how the hell you got there? yeah, yeah. them nights,” a snort breaks his sentence, and he’s ducking to cover his mouth with his hand. “had one of them nights but found out soon enough in the morning that i’d left my clothes elsewhere, couldn’t even find the damned boxers. had to ring a friend. never found those jeans again and i’m still pissed.”

love or lust ?

“lust. at least you do the fucking then-- love fucks you.”

zombie apocalypse or alien invasion ?

“tch, zombie apocalypse,” a sly, almost menacing smirk carves over his lips. “at least i got a chance to kill something then.”

favourite musician ?

“the radio. but lately found myself listening to nav often. myself is a fuckin’ jam.”

rom-coms or horror ?

“horror, ya even gotta ask?”

biggest regret ?

“letting that one person in. learned quick that everyone is your enemy.”

if you had to describe yourself as a colour, which one would it be and why ?

“is it cliche to say red?”

what’s your earliest memory ?

“what are you try’na find out here?” his eyes narrow questioningly, teeth gnawing subtly at the filter settled between his lips. “fuck off.”

who’s a person that has made a large impression on you ?

“me, myself, and i. that’s all you’re getting.”

favourite season ?

“fall. makes it easier to get around comfortably.”

favourite christmas present ?

“gifted myself a fuckin’ classic. impala ‘67, seen one?”

do you believe in love at first sight ?

“never. shit makes me sick.”

are you a morning or night person ?

“definitely a night person. can’t wrap my head around too many things in the morning.”

family or friends ?

“can i pick neither? fuck ‘em both. good for nothing but pain.” his jaw clenches in time with one of his fists, the mention of family rousing this fire in his chest. “family, hah. when you need them, they ain’t there. friends always want something. good for absolutely fuckin’ nothing.”

have you got a role model ?

“yeah,” he stares ahead blankly, focusing more on the last few drags of his cancer stick. “myself.”

have you ever had a pet and if so, what kind and what were they called ? 

“currently got a fuckin’ terror living with me. a rottweiler lab mix, thought he was pretty cute so i adopted him. still a pup and reckless as ever. named ‘im king after his dad,” and he tosses the butt to ground, his boot crushing the ash into the pavement as he tilts his head in question. “his dad?” 

“ah, that’d be me. king zee.”

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                             i don’t know what happened to my heart.                                                                i can’t feel the beat.