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🥃 which grunt is your favorite.
When you don’t wanna talk you gotta take a shot because of course no secrets get out when you’re drunk that’s how things work — Accepting blease get him drunk
“…………”
Oh shit. He was gonna answer ‘me,’ but he’s been told he doesn’t count as a grunt per se. Apparently being an engineer comes with perks.
“Trey.”
Get rekt everyone else.
Shots count: 3
//How do you feel about Trey right now? :3c
"How do you feel about ______?" || accepting
Vivian’s body tensed, her gaze falling awkwardly to her mug.
Trey...
A week ago she would have said they were close. Hell, she would have gone so far as to say he was probably her best friend in Aqua... But now...
Her nose still bore the bandages from where he hit her, her arms - though hidden by a cardigan - the scars from where she had attacked herself because of the bad memories he forced to the surface.
Right now, Vivian couldn’t look at him, let alone be near him. Ever since their... incident, Vivian had been so careful to avoid him - predicting where he would be and what routes to avoid all the time remaining vigilant. When she failed, she ran any way that she could be it via vent or more normal means.
“Trey... He sickens me- no that’s too strong... Trey reminds me of him. He reminds that no matter how hard I’ve tried to hide it from myself I am weak - I will always be weak.” Vivian hissed, tears pricking at her eyes.
“I should have never stopped to help him that night. I should have left him to rot in that tip because of his own filthy habit. Why can no one else see that this fun habit of his, is destroying him?! Can Trey see that?!” Catching herself, Vivian blinked away the tears as she lowered her head to hide behind her air. Taking a shaky breath, her grip tightened on her mug until her knuckles turned white. Her voice no longer holding the strength and fury it had previously held, she whispered meekly.
“I... I just don’t want him to hate me for what he saw...”
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More Aqua shenanigans. Their friendship before everything goes to shit is one of the thing I’m the most fond of looking back on my history with RP in general.
Closure. Let Trey yell about how hurt he felt, let Lo yell out how damn much he regretted everything and how he genuinely did love him and his time in Aqua. They don’t need to ever fully make up, but I still want them crying in each other’s arms somehow.
More of Leo being overall a menace.
If Trey ever gets that Dragapult, I want Lo to die mad about it
This one is probably more gonna be brainstorm with Roi and Kai than writing but. Lodri / Treylayne double date.
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How does your muse react to possibly dangerous situations? Do they face them head-on, or do they plan out their actions first?
“...I’m not the best in high stakes situations, I’ll admit that. I ain’t the worst but my nerves can get ta me pretty easy. I’ve gotten better since I was young but I still get scared. I think I’m the type ta freeze up more than actually do anything. But I guess once I get movin’ I’m probably the head-on type a person.”
Does your muse believe in luck? How about fate?
“Oh yeah, I believe in luck! I ain’t too superstitious but gotta admit sometimes ya see things that make ya believe. I ain’t too sure about fate though, I mean I’d like ta think that things happen for a reason, but if everything is up ta fate doesn’t that mean that free will is basically a pointless concept? I don’t know how I feel about that, ‘cause I don’t like ta think that everything I do is part ‘a play or somethin’. I guess I believe in it up to a certain point? Can that be an answer?”
Does your muse prefer lots of friends or just a few close ones?
“Well, ya know what they say: ‘The more the merrier’!”
@aquatrey
Three drinks into the night and Blake was having a great time. He only hoped Trey was enjoying it too, as Blake was only semi-aware of his ‘ability’ to ramble on about any particular subject. Spending some time with Aquas outside of work was certainly interesting, but even if Trey and Blake did meet because of work it seemed that they’d made fast friends.
One thing had remained on Blake’s mind since their initial meeting, however, and that was Trey’s name. Blake was certain now that he had heard it before, but he couldn’t quite place where he had heard it specifically beyond ‘Unova’. Now seemed like a good time to bring it up actually, so he went ahead and decided to ask. There was no point teetering around the subject or bringing it up much later. What was the worst that could happen?
“Hey, Trey, I’ve been meaning to ask… When you put your name in my ‘Nav, it rung a bell for me. Do you have family from Unova or something?”
"Jay, d'ya give a shit?" Before you answer, consider this: Trey is holding up a skitty.
“No, Trey, I don—”
And then he spots the kitty.
“…yo. Can I hold them.”
It’s the only shit he gives.
@aquatrey replied to your post: "Jay, d'ya give a shit?" Before you answer,...
“I guess that means… you give a Skitty.” He’s struggling to keep a straight face.
Ok, no, that was bad, and TREY is the one holding the Skitty, so by default, he’d be the one giving it, right?
“Whatever, man, just pass the cat.”
Please. Please give him the kitty.
Confess :o
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A real friend. Someone who understands what it’s like to always feel like you’re not good enough. The kinda guy you can just feel like yourself around. Also a hell of a gullible idiot.
I don’t know how I’ve ever felt about that... sweet side of him. I think I both resented and admired it. How he would always listen, how he was always the one bringing us all together... Hell, even some of the Magma freaks liked him.
I must be the dumbest motherfucker on Earth for managing to lose his trust, even after so many opportunities I had to come clean or sort things out. For fuck’s sake, he was still asking me to stop while I threatened him.
A fucking saint, I tell ya. My biggest mistake was ever talking to him.
