#(threads | diego)

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          @aresborrn the one with Diego ! 

One moment, the Kraken was feeling the mysterious residue left on old, scratched up floorboards, the next, he’s crouched behind a door, waiting to make the next move. A few moments prior, he was convinced the place was abandoned. Then movement somewhere on the left alerted him this assumption was wrong. 

Chances are, whoever is here knows they’re not alone either. With the door slightly ajar, Diego keeps watch for any shadows that might move. When it’s silent for too long, he ventures back into the hall to investigate. “You know, I’d ask what you’re doing trespassing but uh,” a knife is drawn as precaution. “I’m right with you, pal.” Eyes move around his environment and ears are ready to pick up any information regarding the whereabouts of this other “visitor.”  

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“So, how does it work?” The Kraken shifted and scratched the back of his head. “Do you go like ‘flame on!’ and then bam! Or?-” Diego would say the coolest part if cool was really the best word growing up in the Umbrella Academy, was testing their powers and unlocking potential. “When you touch things, do they heat up too?” None of his siblings had any elemental abilities so he was eager to see hers in action. 

@fireburdened // starter (x) 

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@maximummuses | lyrical starter (x) 

“Teenagers scare the living shit out of me.” The Kraken mused to himself, leaning in the doorway and sharpening one of his knives. Youth culture really was lost on him. “They could care less as long as someone’ll bleed.” Diego remembered how violence hardly phased him and his siblings after a certain point. After all, Hargreeves had trained them to save the day by any means necessary. The kid in tights reminded him of his younger self a bit. 

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Starter for @liveswritten (have one stabby boi) 

Patch & Diego 

Paperwork time was Diego’s least favorite part of any case. The action and the actual detective work was what he craved in the job. Other officers felt the same at the precinct, but even they managed to swallow their prides and get it done whereas Number Two would wait until the last minute like a college kid the night before a dissertation was due. 

“Hey Eudora,” An idea popped into the Kraken’s head. A terrible one, but regardless of the result it would at least be amusing. “Watch this!” Diego reached over his desk to snag a metal spoon resting inside a three-day-old ramen cup. A few moments later, he flung the utensil in the air and it whistled down its path until sinking into the cork of the dartboard on the other side of the room. 

“See? I told you spoons were dangerous.” He swiveled back and forth in his chair, looking proud of himself.