#butsudanduo

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@butsudanduo liked for a plotted starter!

It would be a lie to say that Percy didn’t miss biffing around with trucks and carts. Tank engines were usually very good at shunting, and it was something he quite enjoyed. The lack of jobs was making him incredibly bored. He heard voices up ahead, the kind that sounded friendly. He was happier to see two boys who were talking and an idea flew into his funnel.

Peep, peep! He blew his whistle as he approached, a smile lighting up the engine’s features. Finally, some people who might play games with him. He stopped a few feet short of them, eager to talk. It was nice to see some people he thought were around his age. Well, mental age, at least.

“Hello! I’m Percy. What are your names? And did you both want to go and play a game? I don’t need to get more coal or water at all, and I can turn circles on the street.”

“It’s so nice to see some people I can play with. It’s been getting very lonely here in the city.”

[headphonehitokiri]

Auberigine, raspberry, burnt umber, and mallow?

aubergine: does your muse prefer the day, or are they more of a night-owl?

He’s awake most of the time whether he likes it or not, but he does prefer the nighttime. It’s good cover for getting things done (especially illegal things), and it’s just easier on the senses too.

raspberry: what food and/or drink can your muse not get enough of? do they indulge in it often, or is it something reserved for special occasions?

He likes chocolate a lot... like, good-quality chocolate, not the Halloween candy kind. He saves it for very special occasions, though. Or at least he says he does.

burnt umber: how stable is your muse, mentally and/or emotionally?

He’s not stable at all. He’s consistent, and fairly cool and mild-mannered most of the time, but that's not the same thing. He still copes with everything by pretending not to have feelings. Something is going to give, sooner or later... it’s just that even he doesn’t know when or how. You’ll find that when he’s provoked or unsettled enough to react, his personality seems to change drastically.

mallow: what sorts of things might remind your muse of those close to them? any scents, objects, sounds?

The smell of tobacco reminds him strongly of Takasugi, so he can’t fault anyone for smoking around him. He also associates particular sounds or music with pretty much anyone he gets to know, based on what they sound like to him.