Natasha stood in the doorway of her bedroom. Watching Dash sleep had become somewhat of a hobby for the blonde, as if she were afraid that he would leave again. She bit her lower lip, making her way back over to the bed and crawled on top of him. “Babe..” she whispered, leaving a kiss upon his cheek.
( @oikosdash )
Dash hadn’t planned on sleeping over at Natasha’s at first, but it wasn’t until he heard her trying to wake him up that he noticed he’d fallen asleep. He laughed quietly and shook his head, keeping his eyes closed. “Whaaaaaaaat?” He half-whined, not wanting to wake up quite yet.
Character’s full name: Dashiell Magnus Duquette Oikos
Meaning of name: Dashiell is an Anglicized form of the old French surname de Chiel, which is of unknown meaning.
Character’s nickname (with reason for it): Dash. He’s always been called Dash, he didn’t even realize he had a full name until he was nine.
Birth date: June 17th, 1996.
Physical appearance
Age: 20
Height: 6′4
Eye color: Brown
Hair color: Brown
Other distinguishing marks: A shit ton of scars and tattoos.
Family
Relationship with parents: N/A.
Relationship with siblings: N/A.
Significant other: Natasha Gardner (super lowkey).
Honorary family member(s): Everyone in the Oikos house he considers family. He would do anything to protect them and wouldn’t think twice about doing anything.
Schooling / Education:
Highest level of school they have completed so far: Sophomore year of high school.
How were / are their grades?: D’s and F’s.
Do they want to attend college if they already do not attend?: No.
If they attend, what kind of degree are they working towards?: No.
Favorites
Color: Black.
Band or artist: Bruno Mars.
Song: Uptown Funk.
Food: Cheeseburgers.
Movie: Ghostbusters.
Object they own: His dog, Bread.
Memory: None.
Place to be: Home.
Habits
Smokes: Cigarettes, but only when he’s extremely stressed.
Drinks: Never.
Other drugs: Never.
Extremely skilled at: Bagel making, being a dumb fuck.
Extremely unskilled at: Everything else.
Traits
Optimist or pessimist? Pessimist.
Introvert or extrovert? Extrovert.
Daredevil or cautious? Daredevil.
Logical or emotional? Emotional.
Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat? Disorderly and messy.
Prefers working or relaxing? Relaxing.
Confident or unsure of himself/herself? Both.
Future
Do they want to get married?: No.
Do they want kids?: No.
Do they want to live in an apartment or a house?: Apartment.
What do they want to be doing for a career?: Professional dog walker.
There was something he wasn’t telling her and that was actually alright with her. If he didn’t want to, he didn’t have to. She nodded her head, “Good to know.” She scrunched up her nose, “Maybe I’ll give it a shot.”
“Why?” He laughed, nodding slightly. “I have the DVD if you want it. I accidentally stole it.”
“Ok, well my bad.” She shrugged. Dash was always that one person she never liked to have mad at her or upset with her for whatever reason. “I don’t know. You were off doing bagel shit. Tht seemed more important than some whack ass female having feelings for you.” She nodded her head, “I heard about it, haven’t seen it.”
Dash sighed when he heard her mention his excuse for leaving. “I, uh--” He started, not sure if he wanted to get into that subject right then. “You’re not whack. I would have come home.” He shrugged. “I watched it once. It was alright. You’d like it.”
“Not mean. Just honest. Like always,” She said with a smile. “I didn’t think it would matter. I was feeling brave,” She said, shrugging her shoulders.
“Little bit mean.” He shrugged. “Why wouldn’t it? I wouldn’t have stayed so long if I knew.” He sighed, “Brave is good. Did you know there’s a movie called Brave?”
She laughed, “Another little blonde person.” She shrugged her shoulders, “You’re my best friend, bro. You’re funny, kind..lots of things.”
“I don’t know any other ones.” He shrugged, “Well I know that, but... I dunno. I didn’t know you liked me.” He laughed quietly. “How long’ve you done that for?”
“I don’t know. I like..you. And a little blonde person told me to go for it so I was like, ok.” She shrugged her shoulders. “You do, but I’m gonna make it better. Duh.”
“A little blonde person? Like, yourself?” He teased, before actually realizing what she’d said before. “Wait, why? I’m dumb as hell.”
Tasha couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her mouth, “Ok, cool. How about some green? Like a dark green? It’s what I’m here for, babe. Helping out the less fashionable one day at a time.”
“Eh. I’m not a green person.” He shrugged. “Are you calling me unfashionable? That’s so rude, what the hell dude? You’re gonna design clothes inspired by me, I must be a little bit fashionable.”
She laughed, “Yeah, it’s that obvious.How about we throw some red in there, or maybe even blue. We can throw in some navy blue if it makes you feel better.”
“I like red.” He shrugged, “Navy blue looks like black, so I’m down. I feel like a whole new guy, this is already more color than I’ve worn in a long time.”
