I suppose I don't need a detailed introduction. If you're here — you know who I am.
Commander Stanley Snyder. Once a soldier, forever soldier. Working under Dr. Xeno. Have questions you want me to answer? I can.
Keep it civil, mature, and short.
Thanks.
|| Yo, this is @reiverry speaking. It's two AM, I stressing, can't sleep and stressing because I can't sleep. Creating this blog was an impulsive decision. This is my first time managing a rp blog, pardon me being an idiot.
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‼️ Please send asks through the ask box, it's easier for me to answer them from the character perspective. Thank you
I'm sure that if you want to join Xeno's little empire having a pretty hair is mandatory. Though it's not like anyone on planet Earth can rival that pompadour of his.
I'm not used to quiet. Nothing happens, even when I expect it to. No reason to tense and reach for my gun. I… I don't even remember why I carry a gun around these days in the first place.
It's exhausting. This feeling of loneliness… No one to tell, no one to come to. No one to hug and no shoulder to cry on…
Mister Snyder, it seems to me that you and Doctor Xeno have a really deep connection. Is it true that you're "more than friends"?
Consider our relationships mutually beneficial. I do the job, he gives me the reward. He knows me well and trusts me enough to let me get my hands dirty for him if necessary. Think of me as his favorite employee. An old friend, even.
How do they usually put it... To love is to forgive? No, not like that... Whatever.
Had to drag Xeno to bed again, like I'm his personal caretaker… Hm, I can't maintain his 'adequate' work-rest balance forever. God, he's such a pain in ass sometimes. This man knows how to give me headache. (Literally, apparently. Goddamnit.)
Take a little rest on your special day at least. Oh, my troublesome birthday boy, you'll be the death of me.