#cleverklugs

[phantomrhythms]

@cleverklugs​ wants to dance!

“Oops! Sorry!” the figure apologised as he pushed past Klug, now unbalanced and perhaps offended, with his steps feather-light on the tile floor and a dog following him closely at the heels. He seemed to be rushing from the Louvre in a discreet and tidy hurry, with his hat pushed down over his eyes and a smirk lining what remained of his features.

Maybe, if Klug weren’t inclined to the sounds of constables as a grand pack of fifty began rushing towards him, he might have noticed that there was a slight skip in his step, too.

[owlcloak]

( =①ω①=) !!

what animals the character likes and if they have a pet/pets 

No pets, but Otus likes a lot of animals! They’re simple, unconditionally affectionate friends who respond well to his gentle nature and do not expect him to speak. He especially likes little birds and insects that he can hold in his hands, observe, and fly with. 

Sometimes they get a little irritated by how pokey he can be, though.

[owlcloak]

☔︎ no soggy birds allowed

Send ☔︎ for my muse’s reaction to yours holding their umbrella over them.

The rain isn’t as cold as the wind that blows in off the coast, carrying the lingering chills of winter that refused to loosen their grasp in the early season. It crawls up the young owl’s cloak no matter how tightly he draws the tattered thing around himself -- when wet, the feathery material is not much of a shield and instead clings to him. It makes him look quite melted and pitiful.

Which is why, Otus supposes, it is such a relief to feel the rain finally stop. By nature, he immediately shakes himself off; freeing some of his down of the wet and letting his hair poof up in its usual unruly shape. 

Then a grimace tugs at his lips and he ducks his head, realising the clumsiness of the action.

A stranger was standing beside him, holding between them a bright-looking umbrella to ward off the storm.

[evilmodification-blog]

❄ [kill bill sirens]

Send ❄ to throw a snowball at my muse!

Klug, no. Why would you do that. 

“Pathetic!” Mao shouts, magic sprouting from his hands in a blue-green glow. A series of intricate patterns and symbols weave themselves into a sigil below his feet, and he wills forward — holy crap, is that a whole iceberg?!

[netlauncher]

🐻!! and maybe the kitchen one if ur up for it

toys or stuffed animals 

Bravoman’s room has an unnecessarily large collection of Pokémon plushies that sit on several shelves on the far wall. Some of them are worn and tattered, stitched together by Alpha and looking almost twenty years old, while others are clearly brand new. 

kitchen 

The kitchen is practically untouched by human hands. If Alpha Man isn’t cooking, then Lottery Man is out on a snack run. The extent of Bravoman’s cooking knowledge goes about as far as toast and cup’o’noodles – which is coincidentally what he lived on before meeting the pair of them.

[phantomrhythms]

yall he looks like the obligatory tsundere/secretly evil boyfriend option in every dating sim

i dont play dating sims you outed yourself