#* answered asks.

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@astrcls : 🖤 , from dan heng to caelus. ( accepting! )

attractiveness:

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.

personality:

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible.

how likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending / fuck no! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex.

level of friendship:

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend.

first impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

current impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

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𝖎'𝖒 𝖔𝖓 𝖌𝖚𝖆𝖗𝖉. @dilucisms : "help me understand this." with every passing day, diluc grows increasingly convinced he's died and woken up in some fantasy world ( or purgatory, as it were. ) he's experienced a great many things in his life, but he can honestly say that fishing another human being out of a trash can, much like one might a raccoon, hasn't been one of them. "what ... what are you trying to accomplish, exactly ?"

" i don't really expect anyone to understand, " she says, matter-of-fact. stelle is cold in her bruntness, but she has taken a liking to diluc, even after his strange arrival on the astral express. that, and her new use of flame in the path of preservation, hiding behind amber . . . she's opened up to him, just a bit. not as much as she has march 7th or dan heng, mind you, but definitely more than himeko or mr. yang. " i just like to be . . . surrounded on all sides. trash cans - the metal ones specifically - are really nice because the sound is muffled. i used to climb into hotel closets, too, until the goethe incident. it's just . . . calming. "

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𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖊𝖘 𝖊𝖉𝖌𝖊𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖍 𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖘 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍.   " you make it hard to focus. "  , @loreconcepts says, and the prosecutor lets a smile curl up onto his features. it had been hot in the office, and therefore both of them were without their trademark suit jackets, and edgeworth, despite his complaining about it, had rolled up his dress sleeves to his elbows, a little fan keeping the breeze comfortable in the hot los angeles summer.  

" is that so? " he asks, not taking his eyes off of his work. " well, i apologize for the distraction, mister moriarty. you'll have to take it up with my building manager. it's supposed to be like this for a week. "

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𝖗𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖘 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖒𝖊𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖇𝖗𝖔𝖐𝖊𝖓.    ' you mean a lot to me. '   @astrcls 's voice is but a whisper on the wind, an ephemeral thing to match an ephemeral moment. the train car, at aeons-only-know in the morning. the dark circles around his eyes match the steely gaze of the man in front of him, and just for a moment, caelus wonders if perhaps he misheard dan heng.  but the silence that hangs in the air is tempting, and caelus lets it ring just for a bit.  to make this moment belong to the two of them.  he looks down at his hands, cold and corpselike,  and potentially not of the same kind as dan heng's; are they hands that are gentle enough to hold?  the destruction has him by the shoulders, pushes him down the path of the trailblaze : RULES ARE MEANT TO BE BROKEN.  and caelus wants nothing more than to break one of his own rules.

he crosses the gap between them,  the hand stained with the path of the destruction reaching out to find the slender fingers of dan heng. somehow, even his hand feels light in caelus' hold. perhaps, in another life, caelus knows how light dan heng could be, can be. perhaps, in another life, dan heng is not a cursed man, and caelus is not a stellaron.

" i shouldn't, "  caelus whispers, and though he has a crescent of a smile on his lips, there is nothing but sorrow in his eyes, a yearning for a rule he has broken, a wish that they did not live in this life, and that caelus was not scared.  his eyes trail down dan heng's face, his neck, his shoulders, his chest. he can't help but wonder if, unlike him, dan heng has a heartbeat.  " i'm a walking time bomb. it would... i don't know, be stupid, i think. to bring you down a road that might end, abruptly.  wouldn't it? "   (  please say no, please say no.  )

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𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖗𝖔𝖓 𝖍𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗.   "stay close to me."  ,  @stcllarhunt   says, and the statement alone leaves a smirk on the lips of the stellaron hunter. uncharted territory does not scare her, for elio's word is the gospel, and she is an adjudicator of this future. despite this, she falls back - often leading, with blade watching her six, but she lets him take point here, walking closely behind him at an angle so that he can keep an eye on her. 

" oh? " she asks, a curling grin developing from that hint of a smile.  " do you think there will be trouble? "  despite her charismatic nature, she listens when blade speaks : he does not do it often.  looking around their current location, she can't identify any present threats, which leaves her body language open, seemingly loose and free.  " . . . or do you think we're going to run into your little friends?  " 

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𝖗𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖘 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖒𝖊𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖇𝖗𝖔𝖐𝖊𝖓.  ❝ somethin' on yer mind, stardust? ❞  his eyes flicker open, golden things like stars met with the expression of the foxian , @ghostvixen , before him. he doesn't think they have a care in the world, all things considered, but the members of the astral express are important to him - and that includes spencer, even if they never seem to leave a trail. 

" nothing in particular, " he replies cooly, calmly, as he always does. he is nowhere near as exciteable as his arrow-shooting counterpart, but he has a bit more energy than the infamous " cold dragon young " that hides about the train.  " i've just been having these weird dreams again. it makes it hard to sleep. you caught me dozing off. "