Little Devil

Lock | 22 | Oogie’s Assistant I'm my own fucking boss, got that? If I listen that's because I want to. I've got a quick tongue and a quick fist to match it. Fuck with my siblings and you'll live to regret it, that I promise you. However, if you catch my drift, you could fuck with me.

[soyouregoingtohang]

Joyeux anniversaire, Lock!

“Congratulations, you are 23. May your life and year be blessed.” He grinned widely at him, then produced the plain, wicker pet carrier he was holding behind his back carefully, a blanket draped on top. “I couldn’t find your dream gift on such short notice— so I thought a bit on it, thought about what might work for you, and this is what I ended up getting. I’m pretty certain you’ll love them.” He offered Lock the opportunity to pull the blanket off the carrier.

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"What?" He blurted like word vomit when he suddenly heard Clopin’s voice near him. Lock had been outside working on hammering a tent down a little more, just because he was tired of not doing anything, and he honestly had not even expected Clopin to remember his birthday. He just never really celebrated it so it was a little random to him that somebody, even if it was his boyfriend, had remembered it. He straightened himself up as his boyfriend continued to speak, his eyes curiously focused on the carrier being held before him, his cursory only being responded to when Clopin Said 'them'. "You really didn't have to get me anything, babe. I kind of forgot it was even my birthday, if I'm honest." He snorted but his eyes remained on the carrier. Curses. He knew that his curiosity would overpower whatever he wanted to say to Clopin; in other words he would not be able to even politely try and reject the gift. His arm extended and his hand gently lifted up the blanket off the carrier, his head tilting so he could cheat and get a glimpse of whatever was under there before Clopin. Not that it mattered but Lock was silly. The first thing Lock was able to see were the two little white paws that seemed to be in a sitting position. He instantly flung the blanket off to reveal the cutest smallest kitten with white paws he had ever laid eyes on. “Clopin.” he softly gasped, disbelief coming over  him. However just as Lock was going to say something else the little kitten yawned and a small meow came from it, causing Lock to bend down and quickly open the little door. “Oh my baby! You know who your mama is, don’t ya? That’s me. Shh, shh, shh..it’s okay.” He gently, as if he were picking up extremely fragile, picked the kitten up and brought him up to cradled him in his arms. He brought a finger that was probably as big as the little kittens paw, if not bigger, up to gently rub his tummy..only to be greeted by a cute surprise.

“My love!” He felt his heart melting. He looked up and smiled widely at Clopin. “Thank you, Clopin. I love them. I love them. Our little one is going to grow up to be a beast, and a playful one at that.” He closed the space between them and gave Clopin a sweet, soft kiss. “This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done, sweetheart. Would you like to help me name them?

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Eleanor Rigby // The Beatles

All the lonely people, Where do they all come from? All the lonely people, Where do they all belong?

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brothers on a hotel bed || lock&barrel

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Lock softly laughed at Barrel’s ‘fuck you’. He quirked curious brow as his brother rambled on. There was no doubt in him that he really had missed Barrel. “Well, kid, you should probably get ready to feel awkward. See, I live in there. I know it may not seem like it because I haven’t been in there for a while but it’s true. I was just coming back to pick some spare clothes up. Also, you’re not that tall.” He was trying to be the Lock he knew Barrel was expecting and that Lock teased Barrel, but truthfully Lock felt tired. “Hey.” He gently responded. “It’s good to see you too, brother. Where have you been hiding?” One of his hands reached over to his arm and scratched it as he talked.

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“I am so tall” Barrel defended himself and stood up straighter so he looked even taller then he already was. “I’m taller then the half the people here I’ll bet” He nodded and crossed his arms, getting very defensive over his height for no real reason. “I’ve been in my room mostly” Barrel shrugged, stuffing his hands in his sweatshirt pocket. “Or running around pranking when I can, but I don’t that all that much anymore cause I don’t wanna get the whole place shut down again” He smirked a little, looking down. “So it’s pretty much me locked up with my Batman comics” 

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"Why are you getting so defensive, if you're so tall?" He smiled a little more and took another step towards his brother, debating on hugging him or not. "I don't think it would be such a bad thing if you shut the place down again, unless...they do security check again." He bit his bottom lip and instantly thought of the hounds. "Well at least you've been reading something. I've been hiding in Clopin's car, not gonna lie. And I don't mean that I've been hiding because we've been like rabbits and having sex all the time. I genuinely mean, I've been hiding. I looked like shit and a half when I got to Clopin's car and thanks to him I've been healing from my wounds, getting better, but I still don't sleep much. I think the nightmares are something I'm going to have to get used to." His shoulders slumped a little as he said that out loud. "But." He stood up straighter, he was tired of looking weak in front of his brother, so he was going to act like as normal as he could, "I bet you wouldn't even have been able to handle the dog mauling. It wasn't that bad. I think Copper needs to sharpen their teeth more, they were a little dull." And he was now officially thankful Barrel would probably never see his wounds before he could ink them up.

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brothers on a hotel bed || lock&barrel

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Lock had promised himself he would begin to show his face around the carnival more. He had promised he wouldn’t let what happen get the best of it and after what felt like ages of endless torture, he was able to begin to step out more; even if it meant only at night. Since spending his days and nights with Clopin lately, the other truly was helping him, he had forgotten about his own car. He hadn’t been in it since they were released and he went straight to Car 2. Tonight he decided it wouldn’t hurt to pay it a visit and perhaps even snag a couple of clothes, though he knew he soon would be back to his own bed. As he walked under the starry skies Lock shoved his hands in his pockets, his mind wandering. He thought about Lottie, then Shock, strangely Oogie, even more strangely Leroy, and finally Barrel. And it struck him right then how much he truly missed Barrel’s playful attitude, and then he realized he hadn’t seen his brother since everything went down. It was probably for the better, he thought. He was probably just an embarrassment to his little brother anyway. Lock had been so lost in thought that he hadn’t actually realized he was already reaching his car. His eyes squinted at the figure as he neared it, only to have a small smile appear on his lips as he saw who it was. “Hey, stranger. Do I know you?” He lightly pipped up from behind.

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Barrel spun around to see his older brother and immediately felt like an idiot for knocking on his door when Lock hadn’t even been inside. Not that he wasn’t not use to feeling like an idiot. “No” He smirked and shook his head. “I’m just some kid who goes around knocking on random people’s doors at night only to run away before they get there, but you caught me, fuck you” Barrel laughed. “Now whoever lives here is totally gonna catch me and it’s gonna be super awkward, do you know how awkward it is to be caught? It’s so awkward, trust me, I would know, I get caught all the time and it’s the worst. I didn’t use to get caught but apparently being tall means its easy to spot you” He was rambling on now and stopped himself before it continued because he got annoyed with his own ramblings. “Hi” Barrel said after a moment. “It’s good to see you” He offered, tucking some hair behind his ear and giving a little smile. 

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Lock softly laughed at Barrel's 'fuck you'. He quirked curious brow as his brother rambled on. There was no doubt in him that he really had missed Barrel. "Well, kid, you should probably get ready to feel awkward. See, I live in there. I know it may not seem like it because I haven't been in there for a while but it's true. I was just coming back to pick some spare clothes up. Also, you're not that tall." He was trying to be the Lock he knew Barrel was expecting and that Lock teased Barrel, but truthfully Lock felt tired. "Hey." He gently responded. "It's good to see you too, brother. Where have you been hiding?" One of his hands reached over to his arm and scratched it as he talked.

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brothers on a hotel bed || lock&barrel

Barrel wrung his hands for a moment and then finally knocked on Lock’s door. He’d been kind of avoiding his brother for a while and he wasn’t really sure why. it had something to do with the fact that Lock was mauled, but Barrel was kicking himself because that would have been the time to go and see his brother, instead he avoided him. Selfishly, it had something to do with not wanting to see Lock in that state, something about still, after all this time, holding his brother up on a pedestal and refusing to see Lock knocked down from that. It was finally at a point where he just straight up missed Lock so finally he was here.

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Lock had promised himself he would begin to show his face around the carnival more. He had promised he wouldn't let what happen get the best of it and after what felt like ages of endless torture, he was able to begin to step out more; even if it meant only at night. Since spending his days and nights with Clopin lately, the other truly was helping him, he had forgotten about his own car. He hadn't been in it since they were released and he went straight to Car 2. Tonight he decided it wouldn't hurt to pay it a visit and perhaps even snag a couple of clothes, though he knew he soon would be back to his own bed. As he walked under the starry skies Lock shoved his hands in his pockets, his mind wandering. He thought about Lottie, then Shock, strangely Oogie, even more strangely Leroy, and finally Barrel. And it struck him right then how much he truly missed Barrel's playful attitude, and then he realized he hadn't seen his brother since everything went down. It was probably for the better, he thought. He was probably just an embarrassment to his little brother anyway. Lock had been so lost in thought that he hadn't actually realized he was already reaching his car. His eyes squinted at the figure as he neared it, only to have a small smile appear on his lips as he saw who it was. "Hey, stranger. Do I know you?" He lightly pipped up from behind.

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Was gibt’s leute!

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House of fear, huh? Can I, um, join too?

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You heard right, sonny Jim;  House Of Fear.

And of course you can, so long as I can test your will and wiles first, baby boy.

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"Sounds like my type of playground. You'll find that you're going to have your work cut out for you, then. Test away." He grinned.

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Was gibt’s leute!

God damn it’s good to be out of that fuckin’ death tube.

But oh look at that,  a gorgeous, rainy, 7 degree pit of despair! Wonderful. I might just stay in the house of fear all day… fuck the outdoors.

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House of fear, huh? Can I, um, join too?

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Radioactive ll Lock & Clopin ll

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He was quick to back up a little when Lock freaked out, not wanting to make anything worse for the other. He looked up and seemed to recognize him before blinking. Clopin was confused for a moment at that— it took him some back-tracking to realize he’d spoken French and he blew out a breath. “I’m sorry Lock. I was asking if you were okay.”

The other seemed to be struggling hard, and Clopin could see his eyes shining. He reached over and pushed hair out of Lock’s face, nothing but concern and regret in his eyes. “It’s okay. Don’t apologize. You have nothing to apologize for.” Honestly, he was relieved that Lock hadn’t seemed to have gotten any worse, but he was almost cripplingly worried about him at the moment. “I’m okay. They didn’t do anything to me,” he said quickly. He didn’t know how the other could worry about him when he himself was in such a bad state.

He leaned his cheek into Lock’s touch, closing his eyes for a moment, feeling himself deflate a little as the nervous energy started to ebb. But he opened his eyes again, his hand moving to gently rest on Lock’s arm. “Are you okay? Did they change your bandages? Give you anything? Here, come rest against me.” He held out an arm for Lock, because the other looked so uncomfortable that he wished he could do something for him.

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"It's okay. I'm...here." He simply replied, unable to put into words what he felt. His eyes blinked rapidly as Clopin pushed hair away from them. "Good." He softly sighed in relief, "That's..all that..matters, then." He was having trouble speaking too loudly as his voice was raspy due to the late night nightmares. He was not too sure if he wanted to tell Clopin about them just yet, then again he did not know how far the other had been from his own room. He just didn't want to worry him more than he already seemed to be. 

"I'm as..okay as I'll..ever be, my love. They didn't. They manged...to get changed..when I saw...Calhoun. They didn't..give me anything, except bed sores and bad nights." He looked at the other's open arm and it looked like such a comfortable spot, defiantly a spot he wanted to be in. So he took the offer and carefully curled up into him. "I'm sorry..again. I would..normally just ask..if you wanted me to..cuddle you instead...but I just really, really...need you right now." He softly admitted. 

He couldn't help it. Suddenly the painful nights he had to endure were not so bad. His bruised and torn up body didn't feel so wrecked up. He was not sure what it was about Clopin but he always managed to make things feel like they were going to be alright no matter what, despite what the circumstance may be. He didn't think even Clopin would be able to help him this time, but he was wrong. He felt safe now. He felt as if he could sleep for centuries, but he also felt like he could stay awake forever. His hand reached for Clopin's shirt and gently gripped on to it. "Have you seen..my siblings?" 

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Radioactive ll Shock/Lock ll

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When the doors opened this time it was harder to get through the crowd, but she did. Immediately dropping her cards and leaving the game of black jack she’d picked up with a few carnies she got her elbows out and weaved through the people. Like always she grabbed someone who just came in and asked them about Lock as she didn’t see him come in with them. This time she got an answer and a direction. 

She just kind of hovered in front of him for a minute kind of hoping this was a mistake. “Lock?” she asked scolding her self for how weak that sounded but as she said it she knew it was him and a heavy weight built up in the pit of her stomach. She felt that all to common helplessness in her chest and the pull to just runaway from this problem. Of course she wouldn’t and instead shakily she got down on her knees keeping a space between them she tilted her head to look at him. “What… What happened?” she tried speaking softly but as this came out she shook her head, “No better question… Are you… okay? I mean…. as okay as you could be right now?”

Obviously something had happened but if Shock learned anything from the shit they’ve been through before it was not to pry, that is was better to let them tell you when it felt okay to do so. She could tell her was hurt and tense, probably hadn’t slept but that was most people at this point. It felt like, right now there wasn’t much she could do.

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There was a moment of relief when Lock first heard Shock's voice but that was quickly washed away and replaced with humiliation. He couldn't believe his sister was seeing him like this. He felt pathetic and like a waste of space now. Now he really wished Copper would have just finished him off, because he felt like the biggest disappointment to his family ever. Lock did not have to look up at Shock before she was kneeling in front of him, worrying over him. "I'm sorry..if I let you...and Barrel...down." He softly choked out, holding tears back. "How are..you?" He gently asked, ignoring her question about what happened. 

Lock knew he would eventually end up telling Shock what happened but right now he just needed to know his siblings and Clopin were okay. He needed at least that. He looked up from his hands to meet her gaze but his eyes quickly fell back to his hands and he softly sighed instead. "How is Barrel? I-is..Oogie around? H-he can't..see me..can he?" His hand came up to tangle it's fingers in his hair, anxiously messing with his already messy hair. "I love you." It felt extremely good to be able to say that to his sister right now. He only hoped she would forgive him for not being able to fight off a hound dog. 

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The moment the doors to the dining car opened Lock felt as if all eyes were on him, despite that they probably were not. He felt humiliated, shitty, tired, on edge, uncomfortable, and over all just miserable. His clothes had not been changed but merely put right...

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Lock jumped and just as he had flailed an arm with Clopin he did the same when Edna was suddenly in front of him. Has the people he known always been so spontaneous? He swore they had to give him a moments from now on because he was sure to die of a heart attack if he kept this up. His arm instantly relaxed the moment he registered it was just Edna, a sigh of relief escaping his lips. What if it had been Copper ready to finish the job? He shuddered at the though, or was it the sudden draft? He looked at her for a long moment before looking back down at his hands and shrugging as best as he could without wincing. "I fell." He softly replied, how voice giving away the pain he physically and emotionally felt at the moment. "How..have you been?" He gently asked now, tired eyes looking up the other.

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Radioactive ll Lock & Clopin ll

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His head laid on his arms, tired and heavy, but he refused to fall asleep. He was too on edge, too jumpy. He had to listen for the opening of the door. There was nothing else he could do. If he didn’t hear that door open, if Lock didn’t walk through it— he didn’t know what he’d do. The door had to open. Lock had to walk through it.

His body had almost dragged him to sleep when the door opened. He didn’t hear it at first, not quite reacting, but when he did he shot up, out of his seat, eyes wild and searching for the group that had just came in. He cussed when he saw that they’d already dispersed, and he couldn’t distinguish any of the faces in the crowd. They were all sliding together right now, like a fractured puzzle, and eventually, he just pushed himself on top of the table, scrambling to his feet, and scoped over the crowd.

Then his eyes caught sight, his breath hitched in his throat, and he threw himself off the table, stumbling to the ground as he did before clawing his way back up and racing through the crowd, using his sharp elbows to cut through the masses.

He didn’t think about the fact that he might be startling like, just slid to his knees in front of him, brown eyes searching the other’s expression, his voice frantic, completely unaware that his mother tongue had overridden his normally very careful English. "Mon cher, êtes-vous d’accord? Se il vous plaît me dire que vous êtes bien, oh mon dieu. Je ai besoin que vous soyez bien."

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Lock immediately jumped and quickly flailed out one arm the moment he had someone in front of him. He quickly went to push himself back before looking up and letting out a soft sigh at who it was. On any normal day Lock would have smiled and dreamily sighed at Clopin's french but today was anything but normal, today he blinked. He blinked once, twice, and suddenly rapidly. "I don't know what you're saying." He softly choked out, fighting back tears, his body slowly returning to a normal posture. 

Lock was trying desperately to fight back tears because he honestly had no idea why he wanted to start crying. He could not tell if it was from exhaustion, pain, relief the other was okay, disappointment in himself, and so he just looked back down at his hands. "Everything hurts, my love. I'm s-sorry...for being weak right now, but..everything hurts." He looked up at the other, water eyed, "How are you? Did...they treat you okay?" He reached up to touch the other's face, gently cupping it. 

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Radioactive ll Open ll

The moment the doors to the dining car opened Lock felt as if all eyes were on him, despite that they probably were not. He felt humiliated, shitty, tired, on edge, uncomfortable, and over all just miserable. His clothes had not been changed but merely put right back on after his few showers, his hair was a wild mess, and if he were to actually look up it would seem as if his two eyes had sunken into their sockets. He was exhausted from the lack of sleep he had been getting, even more now with the 'interrogation' they endured. Being in a car with basically every carnie was not something Lock wanted to struggle with right now, in fact all he wanted to do was cry. The once joyful prankster had not bothered to look up to find anyone he knew but instead he walked to the loneliest corner he could find and sat down. He looked down at his hands for the time being. If he did not look at anyone, speak to anyone, or breathe in any way that makes him noticeable then he could not get in trouble. And that was something Lock was going to avoid from here on out.

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Valentine’s Day had never been a holiday that ever phased Lock. He had been single for every single one up until today, so why should he care? Plus he was never too romantic, at least he didn’t think so. This year, however, things were different. He actually had...

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Lock smiled at the kiss on the cheek and sighed happily. "You're real sweet. Happy Valentines Day, sweetheart." His hand came up to rest on Clopin's and he remembered the gifts. "These are for you, by the way." He offered the small box and card over to Clopin, smiling softly. "I'm only busy if you wish me to be, because I am all yours today."

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Cross My Heart || Clopin & Lock

Valentine’s Day was always somehow both confusing and a lot of fun for Clopin— well, provided he had a partner. He’d single pringled it last year and just ended up having chocolate and wine by himself. But he was rusty now— he’d been running around like a chicken with his head cut off, especially since he hadn’t thought to buy anything since the train started moving a looooong time ago, figuring they’d have stopped already.

So he had to make do with what was around the train, and he’d been putting quite a bit of thought into it. Some of what he had stashed in his drawers, a break-in to Reuben’s kitchen after the employees had left because fuck Reuben, the guy didn’t like him anyway and there was nowhere else on the train to cook. They should really add a carnie kitchen.

A bit of careful preparation later, and a wardrobe change later— a red button-up because why not— and he was ready to go find Lock and bring him back. He left his car, closing the door and had only gone a bit down the hall towards Lock’s car when he, surprisingly, ran into Lock. “Lock! I was just coming for you.” He smiled brightly at him.

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Valentine's Day had never been a holiday that ever phased Lock. He had been single for every single one up until today, so why should he care? Plus he was never too romantic, at least he didn't think so. This year, however, things were different. He actually had someone to share the holiday with and it was someone he loved very much. So he wanted to try something different. Unfortunately for Lock no amount of love that he had for Clopin could truly help him out in the creative part of Valentine's Day.

After hours of racking his brain Lock ended up just giving in to the fact that all he truly had to show for today was a small gift and a card. A card he would have to make because if he was horrible at idea planning he was even worse at picking out mushy love cards. "Alright, let's see here." He sat down at his desk, stuck the tip of his tongue out and began to work on Clopin's card. 

Multiple folds and redos later he had finally manged to get the card somewhat decent for his boyfriend. On the front it displayed wacky letters and numbers that said '10 Reasons Why I Love You'. The inside of the card was not that nicely decorated, only showing the reasons and a couple of doodles of hearts here and there. He sighed once he had looked it over, feeling slightly disappointed in himself. "I can give you the moon and stars on a silver platter, if you wished it, but making you something cute? Forget about it." He rolled his eyes at himself. 

Finally deciding it was time to go meet his beloved he snagged the small gift on his bed and made his way out of his car. He had been looking down at his lame card the entire time he had been walking towards Clopin when, suddenly, he found himself face to face with exactly him. "Hey Clopin!" He nervously greeted, smiling. It suddenly hit Lock that this was their first Valentine's Day together and he had no idea what to do anymore. "You were? Oh, uh, should I go back? Did I ruin your plan? You look very handsome." He blushed a light shade of pink, looking down at his shirt, "Crap. Should I go change?" He looked back up now, chewing his bottom lip.

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44, 51, 13, 28

13.)  What's one thing you regret saying/doing in a previous relationship?

Again, I've never been in a previous relationship. However for this relationship another thing I'd say is..I regret ever making Clopin feel like he had to break up with me. I mean it's fantastic that we did not but..damn I can be so shitty sometimes.

28.)  Do you think long distance relationships can work?

If two individuals are determined to work at it then fuck yeah. Your relationship is what you make of it, long distance or not.

44.)  Would you consider yourself "romantic"?

Nope. I try to be..but I'm sure I just end up looking foolish. But just because I can't seem to nail the romantic thing down doesn't mean I don't like someone being romantic with me, ya feel me?

51.) Would you rather date someone who's rich but a douchebag or someone who's poor but a nice guy?

Poor but  nice guy. We could be two rebels against the world. Ha.

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13, 16, 31, 53, 62

13.) What's one thing you regret saying/doing in a previous relationship?

Well..I've never been in a previous relationship. Clopin's my first boyfriend. Heh. I guess one thing I regret doing in this relationship is ever making him feel tied down.

16.) Do you believe in "love at first sight?"

Why not? Stranger things have happened.

31.) Would it bother you if your partner suffered from any mental illness?

Hell no. He'd still be my sweetheart. 

53.) Are you jealous of couples when you're single?

I never have been. What I did get jealous of was when someone had someone to hold at night, couple or just for a night fling. That's something I really like having, I guess.

62.) How do you define "cheating"?

If you have to double think it, then you probably shouldn't be doing it. That's what I think. 

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12, 37, 47

12.) How many people have you ever hooked up with?

Depends what you mean by this question. Sexually? Just Clopin. Fooling around? That's a different story.

37.) What's more important: Looks or personality?

Personality all the way. If I can't laugh with you then what's the point in even trying to be with you? 

47.) Which "famous couple" is your favorite?

Thelma and Louise. Always.