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CHARACTER BUILDING :  Sleeping ! we all need to sleep ,  but our sleeping habits can say a lot about us !    send me some questions about how my muse sleeps !      i.     what is your muse’s before - bed routine ? ii.    if sharing a bed ,  what side does he / she / they sleep on ? iii.   is your muse a cuddly sleeper ,  or does he / she / they need space to sleep ?    iv.   does he / she / they hog the covers ? v.    how many pillows does your muse sleep with ? vi.   what is his / her / their preferred sleeping position ? vii.  how many hours of sleep does your muse get each night ? viii. does your muse fall asleep easily ,  as soon as his / her / their head hits the pillow ?   or does your muse toss   &&   turn ? ix.  does your muse wake up frequently throughout the night ? x.   does your muse snore ?     sleepwalk ?     sleeptalk ? xi.   does your muse wake up easily in the morning ,  or is it a struggle ?

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bloodborneties‌:

As gentle as he was, the fae was still acting as if he’d done something atrocious to him.. It upsets Lazarus a little to see, but honestly, he doesn’t know this fae so how was he to know what happened to them? Regardless, he remained expressionless and slowly knelt down once the name was offered. He wasn’t great with others, but he knew enough to be kind.

“Dandil..? Like the fluffy yellow flower..?”

Flowers, weeds, he didn’t care. They all made things colourful.

“You need not fear me, Dandil.. My grandfather is the frightening one..”

And what a stench he was giving off today. Surely this one hadn’t been too near him, yet Lazarus could still smell him on the smaller. Irritating. His grandfather was a hateful bastard. Still, the prince knew better than to say such.. He didn’t want this to be some sort of trap and have that thing blackmailing him with speaking ill of his grandfather.

After a moment, the blond offered a gloved hand. A silent invitation to come along with him for a while. Surely, if that and his grandfather were in discussions– It’d be a while. Even with the sun up, his grandfather was.. Slow with his meetings. Dragging them on until the other side relented and gave him what he wanted or he got bored.

The fae can’t help but sniffle as this strange human kneels down.  He shouldn’t trust anything in the castle of bloodsuckers, but... Lazarus smells like Mister Nillith’s estates, floral and sweet...  He wipes at his eyes with a flowing sleeve, an action he might be scolded for if he gets mucus on such a beautiful shirt.

And then, there’s that soft and innocent question that brings the smallest smile.  ”Y-yes!  After I lost my name... he let me pick one to use...  Flowers are nice, but if I picked almost any other one, everyone’d call me a woman...”  Saying Mister Nillith’s name upset the blond, so... he should avoid it.  Lazarus is much nicer than any of Mister Nillith’s other friends...

”Your... grandfather?  You’re a vampire?”  He should be scared, certainly, but... he’s always known who can be trustworthy by their scent...  No one cruel ever had such a nice scent without perfume...

For a moment, Dandil stares at Lazarus’ hand.  Mister Nillith... doesn’t want him to get lost...  But he can’t get lost if he’s with the king vampire’s grandson, right?  And it’s not like he wandered off on his own...  After a while, he lifts a hand and gently places it in the blond’s.

[shxttered-hexrts]

I'm working on a new bab now.~ no one can stop me!!!! Just ask if ya wanna know what he's like!~

[memesfromstuff]

*: ･ﾟ✧   100 headcanon memes —  traits.

( because sometimes just describing your muse with a single word isn’t enough, here are some simple questions opening up for you to get as in depth as you want about the hows, the whys, the whens and wheres, etc of each of your muse’s traits.)  based on this list.

is your muse adventurous?

is your muse absentminded?

is your muse ambitious?

is your muse amoral?

is your muse blunt?

is your muse calm?

is your muse caring?

is your muse careless?

is your muse cautious?

is your muse charismatic?

is your muse cheerful?

is your muse compassionate?

is your muse competitive?

is your muse confident?

is your muse considerate?

is your muse cowardly?

is your muse creative?

is your muse cruel?

is your muse curious?

is your muse cynical?

is your muse daring?

is your muse deceptive?

is your muse determined?

is your muse discreet?

is your muse dishonest?

is your muse disloyal?

is your muse disobedient?

is your muse disrespectful?

is your muse dominating?

is your muse dramatic?

is your muse dutiful?

is your muse efficient?

is your muse egocentric?

is your muse empathetic?

is your muse energetic?

is your muse enthusiastic?

is your muse fair?

is your muse focused?

is your muse forgiving?

is your muse forthright?

is your muse friendly?

is your muse generous?

is your muse gentle?

is your muse greedy?

is your muse hardworking?

is your muse helpful?

is your muse heroic?

is your muse honest?

is your muse humble?

is your muse idealistic?

is your muse imaginative?

is your muse impulsive?

is your muse independent?

is your muse innovative?

is your muse insecure?

is your muse irresponsible?

is your muse intelligent? 

is your muse leaderly?

is your muse logical?

is your muse misguided?

is your muse naive?

is your muse observant?

is your muse obedient?

is your muse optimistic?

is your muse paranoid?

is your muse passionate?

is your muse patient?

is your muse persuasive?

is your muse protective?

is your muse quiet?

is your muse realistic?

is your muse reliable?

is your muse reserved?

is your muse resentful?

is your muse resourceful?

is your muse romantic?

is your muse sadistic?

is your muse sarcastic?

is your muse selfish?

is your muse selfless?

is your muse self-critical?

is your muse sensitive?

is your muse skeptical?

is your muse sociable?

is your muse spontaneous?

is your muse stern?

is your muse strong of mind?

is your muse strong of body?

is your muse stubborn?

is your muse superstitious?

is your muse suspicious?

is your muse sympathetic?

is your muse thievish?

is your muse trusting?

is your muse understanding?

is your muse uncooperative?

is your muse unrealistic?

is your muse wise?

is your muse witty?

is your muse wishful?

[onlyrpmemes]

Give me a FC and I’ll come up with an OC using them.

Warning: May include tragic backstory

[eternalmemes]

send ✏ for a random headcanon!

bonus if you add a topic!!

[rp-meme-glaceon]

For every “⏳” I receive, my muse will openly talk about a bit of their backstory.

[little-shark-memes]

Send me a face for a headcanon about my muse!

[rockinrpmemes]

(`･ω･´) : What does your muse completely gush over?

＿|￣|○ : What situation would your muse give up in?

(｀-´)> : Who does your muse honor the most?

(´；ω；`): What brings your muse into a state of

depression?

ヽ(´ー｀)ﾉ : What calms your muse down?

ヽ(`Д´)ﾉ : What irritates your muse the most?

(＃ﾟДﾟ) : What does your muse do if they’re angry?

（ ´Д｀） : Is your muse loud in bed?

（　ﾟДﾟ） : What does your muse do when surprised?

┐(‘～`；)┌ : When your muse can’t answer something, what

do they do?

（´∀｀） : What could your muse care less about?

（　´_ゝ`） : Who or what is your muse most indifferent

about?

Σ(゜д゜;) : Is your muse easily scared?

( ﾟヮﾟ) : When is your muse happiest?

キタ━━━(゜∀゜)━━━!!!!! : What does your muse do when

very excited?

⊂二二二（　＾ω＾）二⊃ : Does your muse like to cuddle?

(　´Д｀)ﾉ(´･ω･`)　ﾅﾃﾞﾅﾃﾞ: Does your muse pat others on the

head? If not, do they get pat on their head?

(((( ；ﾟДﾟ))): What is your muse terrified of?

Σ(ﾟДﾟ): What would your muse be most shocked to obtain?

( ﾟдﾟ): What amazes your muse?

(´ー`)y-~~ : Does your muse do any drugs? Smoke?

（ ^_^）o自自o（^_^ ） : How often does your muse drink?

ヽ(´ー`)人(´∇｀)人(`Д´)ノ: How friendly is your muse around new people?

('A`) : What does your muse do when they’re alone?

（´-`）.｡oO( … ) : What does your muse think about a lot?

(ﾟДﾟ;≡;ﾟДﾟ): Is your muse impatient?

( ´д)ﾋｿ(´Д｀)ﾋｿ(Д｀ ): Does your muse enjoy gossiping?

（･∀･)つ⑩ : Does your muse enjoy saving or spending money? Or are they indifferent?

(ﾟдﾟ): When your muse didn’t expect something, what do they do?

(ﾟ⊿ﾟ) : Is your muse in denial a lot?

（・∀・） : Does your muse like to tease people?

（・Ａ・） : What does your muse consider to be bad?

(ﾟ∀ﾟ) : If your muse was a drug, what kind would they be?

（ つ Д ｀） : When your muse is sad, what do they do?

♪┏(・o･)┛♪ : Can your muse dance well?

d(*⌒▽⌒*)b : What makes your muse the happiest they could ever be?

(╬ ಠ益ಠ): What infuriates your muse to the point they may kill whatever it is?

(≧ロ≦): Is your muse a screamer in bed?

(ΘεΘ;): How much of a tsundere is your muse?

（‐＾▽＾‐）: What does your muse’s laugh sound like?

┌(；`～,)┐ : What discombobulates your muse?

ε=ε=ε=┌(;*´Д`)ﾉ : How does your muse run?

ヽ(´▽`)/ : What does your muse look like when happy?

ヽ(ｏ`皿′ｏ)ﾉ : Is your muse violent when angry?

[cassandrapentayaaaaas]

Uncommon Questions for OCs and their creators:

Send me a # (questions for OCs) or a letter (questions for creators) and I’ll answer

QUESTIONS FOR YOUR OCs

What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?

How easy is it for your character to laugh?

How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)

How easy is it to earn their trust?

How easy is it to earn their mistrust?

Do they consider laws flexible, or immovable?

What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?

What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child

Do they swear? Do they remember their first swear word?

What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them?

How do they cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)?

How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can’t quite reach?

What color do they think they look best in? Do they actually look best in that color?

What animal do they fear most?

How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?

What makes their stomach turn?

Are they easily embarrassed?

What embarrasses them?

What is their favorite number?

If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so?

Why do they get up in the morning? 

How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)? 

How does envy manifest itself in them (they take what they want, they become resentful, etc)? 

 Is sex something that they’re comfortable speaking about? To whom? 

 What are their thoughts on marriage? 

 What is their preferred mode of transportation? 

 What causes them to feel dread? 

 Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth? 

 Do they usually live up to their own ideals? 

 Who do they most regret meeting? 

 Who are they the most glad to have met? 

 Do they have a go-to story in conversation? Or a joke? 

 Could they be considered lazy? 

 How hard is it for them to shake a sense of guilt? 

 How do they treat the things their friends come to them excited about? Are they supportive? 

Do they actively seek romance, or do they wait for it to fall into their lap? 

Do they have a system for remembering names, long lists of numbers, things that need to go in a certain order (like anagrams, putting things to melodies, etc)? 

What memory do they revisit the most often? 

How easy is it for them to ignore flaws in other people? 

How sensitive are they to their own flaws?

How do they feel about children? 

How badly do they want to reach their end goal? 

If someone asked them to explain their sexuality, how would they do so? 

QUESTIONS FOR CREATORS

A) Why are you excited about this character? B) What inspired you to create them? C) Did you have trouble figuring out where they fit in their own story? D) Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look? E) Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you? F) What do you feel when you think of your OC (pride, excitement, frustration, etc)? G) What trait of theirs bothers you the most? H) What trait do you admire most? I) Do you prefer to keep them in their canon universe? J) Did you have to manipulate or exclude canon factors to allow them to create their character?

[yutikyis]

(This looks like a fun one!)

[shxttered-hexrts]

bloodborneties‌:

The moment that name is spoken the prince stiffens. If it weren’t for his soft heart he’d have left then and there, not wanting anything to do with someone connected to that thing in such a way. It disgusted him just knowing someone could refer to that as ‘master’. Still, he releases a sigh. He didn’t want to intervene.. But to know this.. Fae was crying..

“You.. Could accompany me.. If you so wished..”

Hand lifts to press to his chest, gesturing to himself as he speaks. Said hand is quick to drop back to his side and under his cape. Surely this one wouldn’t be disciplined for having moved on ‘order’- yes he would state such- of the vampire prince.

“I am prince Lazarus.. Who might you be?”

Oh... oh dear...  He’s gone and said something he shouldn’t have.  He knows because why else would somebody stiffen up like that after something’s been said?  Did he insult this pretty person by saying he wanted to go back?  He’s shaking and curled up again because he’s going to get hit what else would one of Mister Nillith’s important friends do to him and I’m sorry for upsetting you please forgive me and don’t think bad of Mister Nillith.

Dandil’s shaking, expecting a torrent that doesn’t come.  Does the blond not have his name?  Or is he waiting for him to lower his guard to punish him for his blunder?  He’s useless; helping Mister Nillith gain the favor of important people is all he can do.  Otherwise he’d just be dying out on the street, so he’s got to work hard at being a good boy so he can just prove how grateful he is for Mister Nillith taking in such a stupid, worthless fairy and actually doing something useful with him...

Ah, there’s an order.  Odd... it doesn’t come with his name attached, so he could deny it, but only the gods know how much trouble he’d be in if he refused.  Maybe the prince doesn’t have his name, but the king does and that’s where his punishment will come from if he’s not good.  That thought has his tears flowing again, his trembling getting so much worse.  He’s only seen a glimpse of that monster and just that was enough to make him retch.

Despite the quaking and crying, he’s got to answer this prince.  Even if Mister Nillith will heal him and undo as much damage that king will do to him as he possibly can, his wing is a reminder that even Mister Nillith has limits...  “C-call me D-Dandil, sir...”

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@bloodborneties // previously

It’s honestly a naive hope that his corner will avoid the attention of any and all vampires, and Dandil can only curl up into a ball as footsteps grow nearer.  The owner of the footsteps actually... smells nice, nothing at all like all the vampire stench.  Maybe... just maybe this human is trustworthy; nothing that smells so sweet could possibly be a bloodsucker.  But he also remembers Mister Nillith’s words: Never trust a human, all of them are filthy uncouth liars and vampires are the worst of the bunch.  Just what is he really supposed to do when his owner is busy with the king vampire, to make sure that all fairies are safe from the monster’s iron fist?

A muffled sob leaves the fae -- right before that sweet and gentle scent stops right in front of him.  Are you alright?  ...It’s the first time in a long time that anyone other than Mister Nillith’s asked how he is and really cared.  It goes against the older fae’s orders, but... for once, Dandil doesn’t care.  His normal source of security isn’t around and there’s a nice stranger, even if he happens to be a human, he isn’t Man and can’t be a vampire.

“I jus’ wanna go back.  But Mister Nillith’s on important business...  Can’t go anywhere without him...”  He sniffles (pathetic...) as oddly colored eyes rise up to look at the kind person.  He’s not worth this pretty person’s time, but... it feels nice to be worried over...

[shxttered-hexrts]

Name:: Malachi/Dandil Pronouns:: he/him DOB:: Accepts April 29 Species::  Fae Default Ship Status:: Single Default verse:: Fourth Era Sexuality::  Pan Faceclaim::  Joomoney (Whenever) Height::  5′0″ (Estimated) Age::  120

General

Dandil -- or to give him his true name, the one used to control him, Malachi -- is a literal nobody to most fairies.  The only ones that know him are those with money and power -- ones his master is all too glad to loan him to.  He’s not exactly thrilled with it, but at the very least, he’s kept safe and well cared for by the one who owns his name, the sole Fae Representative to the Seelie Court.

Being a nobody outside of certain circles, Dandil has a decent amount of free reign -- surprising considering how his master’s favorite, solely for the attention powerful people gave them, ran off not that long ago.  With the years spent in the shadows of his master’s political career, Dandil’s become wary of everything and sensitive to the point where a sudden loud noise can push him to tears.  His self-esteem is non-existent; he’s far more likely to wait on someone else, someone smarter to solve any problem than to try himself.

Appearance

Like all fae, Dandil has a prehensile tail covered in soft fur the same color as his hair -- jet black -- as well as a pair of wings vaguely reminiscent of a dragonfly’s.  Dandil’s wings are lavender, pink, and pale blue in addition to having transparent patches, although his left wing is horribly mangled.

His frame is fairly slender, with many soft squishy bits from living such a soft life for ages.  At a glance, he looks entirely male, although if enough attention’s paid, one can see a hint of breasts and feminine curves.  The most unique thing about him, despite his lowly status, are his eyes.  For some odd reason, his irises are sky blue while his pupils are a faded sort of reddish pink.  It doesn’t bother him ...much, what other people think of him, as long as they respect him enough to call him a man.  After all, most of their insults are probably true in some way.

[shxttered-hexrts]

Name:: Ruella Rue

Age::  Unknown.

Species::  Greater God Selkie ((fur seal))

Gender/Sex::  Cis Female

Height::  5'2"

Birthdate::  Also unknown.

Selkies are the most common seafolk left on Earth, although that’s due to many of them coming in from the fairy world. It’s hard to tell them apart from ordinary seals while they’re in the ocean, but when they have legs, it’s much easier to differentiate them between humans.

Rue… Isn’t even close to being the average selkie. She’s a god and she’s been one for countless years. She governs over life and chaos, the perfect counterpart to Death, who also governs order. Despite being in charge of it, she has very little interest in the living. Once you’ve seen a couple hundred lives, you’ve seen them all.

She has no patience for most people – even other divine beings – and won’t even have the decency to pretend to care. …With one exception. Children instantly have her attention, and if she comes across any without families, she’ll take them and add them to her self-proclaimed collection, where they’ll have a special place in her heart, even when they grow up and leave. And as much as she’d like to deny it, she likes being Momma or Granny Rue.

[shxttered-hexrts]

Name::  Desiderio McIntyre He used to have his own last name, but he forgot it Age::  According to all his paperwork?  20. Species::  Snake-spirit, according to all his paperwork.  He’s some kind of hybrid of saltwater crocodile and sea serpent.  Humans don’t have a word for his kind. Gender/Sex::  Cis Male Height::  5′11 Birthdate::  June 21

Far away, in the middle of the ocean lies the place Desiderio came from – a giant turtle that has an entire nation built upon its shell.  Forever ago – as he likes to call it – he was the crown prince of his people… and extremely cruel and arrogant, especially to his servants.  Despite only being a child, those same servants convinced him to climb on a ship with them and sold him off to human traders.

The next years of his life were very hard, and plenty of times, he tried escaping, only to realize he wasn’t any good at doing anything on his own.  So after finally being broken in, he was sold to an extremely wealthy old man… who was far nicer than he could ever remember anyone being towards him – including his own people.  Honestly, he was happy with the old man, being treated more like family than a servant.

So… when the old man died, there were some things left to his actual family – who Desiderio had never even seen until after the funeral – but there were also some things left to his favorite companion.  A small house, the old man’s favorite vacation spot, enough money to never truly want for much, papers to prove that he exists, and for the first time in years, freedom.

Desiderio’s form isn’t too different from humans’.  On his back are a few seafoam green scales – a perfect match to his hair – although some have been ripped off due to whip usage.  His feet are webbed, but it doesn’t make too much of a difference – unless you have him in water for some reason or another.

He’s a fairly cheerful person to be around, although he may get rather… clingy if you’re too kind.  Often, he’s a bit of a flirt, and it’ll take him a while to commit to a single person.  Still, he’s a faithful friend, even if he’s a bit overbearing.

[awkwardxmon]

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@shxttered-hexrts | Continued from here

For a moment, Rei regrets his decision to enter the shop. Everything inside was so much more expensive and valuable than anything he was used to which meant that the customers would be different too, but– he still didn’t expect the other to shove him like that and as the blonde stumbles back, briefly surprised and stunned, he feels his lips part, claws unintentionally flexing in preparation to…not retaliate, no, but to scare, to threaten.

Before he has the chance to do so, though, the customer’s wrist is caught in a bruising grip and all Rei can do is stare in confusion, in wonder, at the green-eyed man. Did he…do that for him?

Brows furrow, but before the feline can give it any deeper thought, the taller man turns towards him and Rei watches from the corner of his eye as the would-be-customer flees the scene. The blonde isn’t sure what to expect now, and he finds himself tensing, but–

…What?

The…request? Demand? Whatever it is catches the feline off guard, the tension bleeding from his shoulders as confusion takes its place. He blinks, hesitates, waits for…something. He’s not sure what. Laughter, a punchline, maybe? But it doesn’t come and all Rei can do is give a slow, uncertain nod, before turning away to hurry up the stairs.

It isn’t difficult to find the room and Rei steps inside, closing the door behind him, and takes a few seconds to just…breathe. He’s way out of his element here and it’s disconcerting and uncomfortable. But he’s already here, he thinks as he pushes away from the door and idly glances around the room, gaze flickering over towards the bed. It looks…cozy, and he really can’t resist stepping over to it. Hands press gently against the mattress and, oh…

He’s curled up on the bed before he even realizes it, purring contently.

Might as well make the most of things, right…?

It’s been too long – far too long – that he’s spent working before being able to properly tend to the home’s new edition. Granted, extra time was added to his unofficial shift once Vizon came back – punishment for handling a customer the way he did, not for extending kindness out to the poor boy (something she made sure to mention) – and he went out to get some roasted lamb, shampoo, a variety of nice clothes, and an extra large and fluffy towel.

It’s certainly dark by the time he’s able to deal with the new edition – not his fault at all, just how it is when it gets colder – but Phera doesn’t care all that much. The night is when both he and his sister are able to do much, much more than during most of the shop’s open hours. Still, he has a guest to tend to now.

The takeout container’s put on the table in front of the TV – he’ll come back for it later, after he’s cleaned up that scruffy boy. But for now, Pheranduil walks into his room to deal with the boy.

It’s a reflex, the way his nose crinkles. It’s not just the boy’s scent being so… filthy. The strength of it is almost akin to humans and their damned scent sprays… So bad they had to be banned from this building…

There’s a soft sigh as he gets closer to the bed, not too quiet in case the boy fell asleep. He doesn’t want to scare him without intending to. “…Did I wake you?”

Rei had indeed fallen asleep, the stress after a long day ( or many, many long days ) taking its toll and the bed was just so much more comfortable than anything he’s slept on in years. He’d succumbed to sleep after just a few minutes and he’d not even tried to fight it.

He’s not sure how much time has passed when he finally, faintly, hears the door to the room opening again. The sound is enough to stir him from unconsciousness and he chirps softly to himself as he stretches, absently listening to the soft steps approaching the bed, nose twitching ever so slightly at the faint smell of something edible, of food.

Golden eyes flicker open then and he rolls over to meet the other man’s green eyes. He watches him for a moment, and then he shakes his head. Well, he did wake him, but Rei supposes that he shouldn’t have been sleeping in a stranger’s bed in the first place, so it evened out.

The feline sits himself up in the bed, arching his back for another stretch, before he lets out a curious chitter, leaning in just an inch to smell the other man’s clothes. Yes. Food. There’s definitely the smell of food clinging to the fabric.

[shxttered-hexrts]

It's pitiful how just a short bit of sleep makes the boy look worlds better... He'd probably look so much nicer without all that grime coating his... everything. Phera pats the strange boy's head before stopping at the dresser beside the bed and pulling out one of his robes -- overly fluffy, red, and warm -- that he meant to replace with one in the closet.

"You need to get cleaned up before you eat. I'd probably be killed if the couch gets stained..." It's an old peach colored thing, soft enough to sink into a little, and probably one of the few things that belonged to their parents. "Come. I'll help you get acquainted with our bath."

Fancy, with far too many buttons and settings for Vizon's comfort, but it was a much needed replacement that the half elf loves immensely. Jets and bubbles, a heated bottom... Enough to ensure comfort and cleanliness at the same time, even if he's banned from buying replacement anything ever again.

"... What can I call you?" There's just a faint understanding of those noises the smaller male makes, no doubt it's from his elven heritage, but... hopefully it's enough to pick out a name from them.

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@shxttered-hexrts | Continued from here

For a moment, Rei regrets his decision to enter the shop. Everything inside was so much more expensive and valuable than anything he was used to which meant that the customers would be different too, but– he still didn’t expect the other to shove him like that and as the blonde stumbles back, briefly surprised and stunned, he feels his lips part, claws unintentionally flexing in preparation to…not retaliate, no, but to scare, to threaten.

Before he has the chance to do so, though, the customer’s wrist is caught in a bruising grip and all Rei can do is stare in confusion, in wonder, at the green-eyed man. Did he…do that for him?

Brows furrow, but before the feline can give it any deeper thought, the taller man turns towards him and Rei watches from the corner of his eye as the would-be-customer flees the scene. The blonde isn’t sure what to expect now, and he finds himself tensing, but–

…What?

The…request? Demand? Whatever it is catches the feline off guard, the tension bleeding from his shoulders as confusion takes its place. He blinks, hesitates, waits for…something. He’s not sure what. Laughter, a punchline, maybe? But it doesn’t come and all Rei can do is give a slow, uncertain nod, before turning away to hurry up the stairs.

It isn’t difficult to find the room and Rei steps inside, closing the door behind him, and takes a few seconds to just…breathe. He’s way out of his element here and it’s disconcerting and uncomfortable. But he’s already here, he thinks as he pushes away from the door and idly glances around the room, gaze flickering over towards the bed. It looks…cozy, and he really can’t resist stepping over to it. Hands press gently against the mattress and, oh…

He’s curled up on the bed before he even realizes it, purring contently.

Might as well make the most of things, right…?

[shxttered-hexrts]

It's been too long -- far too long -- that he's spent working before being able to properly tend to the home's new edition. Granted, extra time was added to his unofficial shift once Vizon came back -- punishment for handling a customer the way he did, not for extending kindness out to the poor boy (something she made sure to mention) -- and he went out to get some roasted lamb, shampoo, a variety of nice clothes, and an extra large and fluffy towel.

It's certainly dark by the time he's able to deal with the new edition -- not his fault at all, just how it is when it gets colder -- but Phera doesn't care all that much. The night is when both he and his sister are able to do much, much more than during most of the shop's open hours. Still, he has a guest to tend to now.

The takeout container's put on the table in front of the TV -- he'll come back for it later, after he's cleaned up that scruffy boy. But for now, Pheranduil walks into his room to deal with the boy.

It's a reflex, the way his nose crinkles. It's not just the boy's scent being so... filthy. The strength of it is almost akin to humans and their damned scent sprays... So bad they had to be banned from this building...

There's a soft sigh as he gets closer to the bed, not too quiet in case the boy fell asleep. He doesn't want to scare him without intending to. "...Did I wake you?"

[shxttered-hexrts]

Rei hesitates as he enters the shop, gold eyes flickering this way and that as he makes a mental note of the closest exit, before his gaze lands on-- oh. Yes. That guy, the 'a bit scary looking' one! Rei wastes little time to march up to the other man, shoving the paper at him with a questioning sound echoing from the back of his throat.

This day was already... irritating.  Repairs on so many golems were needed, so he ignored the thirst present during the night, hoping that he’d have to stay in the back all day...  But of course, Vizon had to leave -- hopefully to stock up on everything they both need.  Window shoppers... those are the most frequent visitors to the store, always looking and putting their grubby hands on such hard work, only to leave without spending a dime.  

He’s already scared off five such people, and he’s in the process of chatting with someone he hopes will fucking buy something, even if it’s a tiny servant, for cleaning those tight places, when the strange scruffy boy comes up and demands his attention.

Fangs are almost bared at the boy -- who clearly can’t even afford a sandwich, let alone anything in here -- when the paper catches Pheranduil’s attention.  It’s no ordinary paper, enchanted and infused with metal...  The drawing on it is one of a relic of a time long passed, but something still honored by older vampires that still have a heart.

If he really wanted to, he could turn that paper into the medallion depicted right now and drape it around the boy’s neck...  But before anything can be done, the potential customer shoves the boy.

Perhaps... he’s too quick, but the hybrid’s hand is now tightly gripping the once-customer’s wrist, just barely not enough pressure to crack the bones...  But it would be so easy, so satisfying... 

“Leave.  Before I forget that you’re a patron and remember how thirsty I am.  No doubt there’d be an exception made...  You did threaten my guest.~”  The moment they’re freed, that person -- a pathetic excuse of a human -- flees and the green eyed man has a proper chance to look at the boy that has similarly shaped pupils.

“...Go upstairs.  Rest in the room that smells like me.  I’ll properly handle you when I have the time.”