1. Does he prefer tight clothing or loose? In-between? Does he change into pajamas or sleep in what he's in?
2. How does he de-stress? DOES he de-stress?
3. Is there any reason he wears gloves? Is it a preference, or does he have something he's aiming to hide?
Hi there, Livia!! By the power invested in you, I... guess I'm Scootaloo tonight??? Let's roll though, and thank you for these questions they are a godsend tonight
Does he prefer tight clothing or loose? In-between? Does he change into pajamas or sleep in what he's in?
Zeno prefers clothes that are a little in-between? He likes his suits well-fitted but to still offer enough manoeuvrability not to restrict his movement when he needs to move fast. Clothing that's too tight WILL rip and tear when he does that supersonic thing sooooo... it's important it doesn't do that, since clothes like that are expensive and yeah, he could go the more practical route but damn it, he's making a statement here!
As for pajamas, proobably not? His body temperature runs high so if he hasn't stripped off, he's wearing the bare minimum since there's no need to dress all fancy when you're locked down in your sleeping quarters. Probably has shabby scrubs or whatever just in case his doctors want to haul him in for a check-up so... you know. No need to bother with getting changed if they're going to come bother you.
How does he de-stress? DOES he de-stress?
Smoking. Lots and lots of of smoking as well as heavy compartmentalisation. Zeno will undergo self-soothing measures in high stress situations if he can get away with it but showing signs of stress or apprehension was often punished so he restricts it to subtle gestures? Grinding his teeth, slow deep breaths, pacing back and forth. There's illicit substances to fall back on when it gets a little much but mostly he keeps things bottled up inside. No, he's not healthy for doing so.
Is there any reason he wears gloves? Is it a preference, or does he have something he's aiming to hide?
Honestly? He likes the vibe and can be a little finicky with touching things barehanded. The practical reason is so he doesn't leave fingerprints everywhere but there's a certain vulnerability in this decision in that he's trying to protect his body from unwanted touch be it from objects or other people. Hands are one of our most intimate body parts so in a strange way, Zeno wears glove to restrict himself from touching another's skin unless he and they really want it.
Later during the events of RE9, I wouldn't be surprised if his RCS is starting to spread across his hands and fingers. Ick.
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"Still a no." Leon punctuates it with a shake of his head. "You're a brave young woman. I wish the world had been kinder, I wish you didn't have to discover how strong you are, but under the circumstances... I'm glad to have seen you flourish. You're going to do so much good in this life."
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send me " hc + a word ", and i’ll write a headcanon about it regarding my muse.
He should totally get into romance drama asdfgjh.
Zeno doesn't watch television. Like, at all. He knows it exists and it shows many things like the news and the weather but he's largely ignorant of most shows and series. You couldn't really tell him about anything unless it's so popular it's impossible not to have heard of it at some point and even then he's like 😐 "okay" about it.
Given more independence, he'll probably watch whatever somebody he's close to would watch just to understand it better and have something to talk about with them? If he's out and about on a mission otherwise, he might watch the screen for a few minutes to deduce what's going on before carrying on with his business.
[ ADJUST ]: sender sits in the receiver's lap in order to fix their collar or tie or other item of clothing. to vespa... :3
LAP SITTING || ACCEPTING
[ ADJUST ]: sender sits in the receiver's lap in order to fix their collar or tie or other item of clothing
Ashley's father had invited them out for lunch under the guise of "bonding", only for him to abruptly leave due to a sudden phone call; though with how often he'd glanced in Vespa's direction he seemed almost eager to leave. A stack of burgers rests on the left side of Vespa's body, something even the waitress was surprised at receiving an order for. He'd always receive weird glances whenever he'd order out, it'd be no different even with his new position. Vespa had already dug in before everyone's food even arrived, wrapper crinkling within his hands as he took an eager bite.
Well, he didn't hire Vespa for his manners.
At least with him gone it allowed him to undo his suit, tie resting undone between his shoulders as he continued eating; no conversation would be had while he ate, far too engrossed in the food instead of speaking with anyone. Occasionally he'd manage to steal a fry from Ashley's plate, and that theft would be abruptly met with a slap on the hand and a "hey!" from the woman across from him. Although he had plenty of food on his table...he just couldn't help himself. There was no need to be polite now; his boss was gone and Ashley could care less, but the sudden rising from her seat caused an eyebrow to raise.
The shorter woman plopped into his lap after practically forcing his arms upward, hands moving to begin fixing the tie he'd so eagerly undone.
For a normal person, it wouldn't be ... a compliment. Or flirtatious. People talk, but Cloud doesn't often, and...
"Your voice is nice. Soothing. Not saying you have to talk more, but. I like it. A lot, even."
He may appear unfazed to most. A raised eyebrow at best, and little more than that. But Ashley, who spends so much time around Cloud by the very nature of his job, might notice the tiny dent she made in his steely exterior. The slight parting of his lips, the widening of his eyes, the mental scramble to pull himself back together. That came out of nowhere, and he's usually ready for most things. But taking a compliment on anything other than his capabilities as her bodyguard...
❝ Guess I just don't have much to talk about. ❞ Not...that he remembers, anyway. Not unless Ashley has any interest in all the odd jobs he had before landing this one. But anything before that...he draws a blank.
❝ More of a listener. But, uh...thanks. ❞ It comes out stilted, but sincere. He's not used to hearing stuff like this.
Directions unclear. Ashley is now squishing his cheeks like he's made of play-doh. Squish squish. Squiiish. Awww who's a lil bodyguard. You are, you are.
Under normal circumstances, Leon would defensively pull back, eye someone reaching for his face with suspicion, hand on his holster and all. He's not a trusting man. Part of his training under Jack Krauser was to be ready. Always. It was drilled into him to live in a state of always being under threat.
Yet here he is. Slowly blinking at a young woman who suffered under the very same man. Her scars were well hidden, but he knows they're there. Still she finds enough whimsy to grab her bodyguard with a pincer hold and playfully squish his cheeks inwards. He looks like a fish puckering and a long, slow breath exhales through his nostrils.
He does have one question. "... little? I can fit you in my pocket, Miss Graham."
Ashley pauses, stares a moment too long. Blinks at last.
"Sorry, you - as a whole - are just so...? Are you a portrait? Like, you feel painted, you're just so..."
Ashley gestures at the jewelry, the attire, her - is that a smile?
"You're really, really gorgeous."
Unprompted Asks -Always Accepting!!
Whiskers seem to bend slightly at the woman's words, paw reaching up to gently rest on her lips maw. Zeza stares at Ashley with a certain curious gleam in her golden eyes. Sharp.
❝You think so..? Gods, that is kind of you to say. Usually people call me mangy cat or something like that. Erm... Thank you.❞
She says with a sweet smile, stub tail swishign idly behind her.
