#hxvemxnd

[knaivcs]

WHY ARE YOU ASKING A BUG ABOUT IT'S PREFERENCES, WOLFWOOD??? SO YOU CAN DATE BUGS????

[rosarionegro]

[Continued from HERE.]

@hxvemxnd:

Stop looking at...? Oh... They had been staring again, hadn't they? It's been occurring more and more frequently, though they don't always realize it before the Punisher. Staring off into space, at the human they've already decided is theirs, wondering what would be customary to do in this situation as a human. After all, humans' courtship was quite complica-- Wait-- did he call them cute?? There's a sudden sputter as the other's words sink in, shaking their head and blinking. They're fully startled out of their staring haze, processing such a simple but important comment. Cute? He... He said cute - and it wasn't just to mock them about calling him baby girl. No-- they weren't cuter than him this time, but... Just cute. Their face feels warm, but they're nowhere near the windows... What was this strange fluttering feeling? Was their guise coming apart? They place a hand at their chest, just in case. "Cute?" Their words mimic their thoughts. "You think we're cute? Not just cuter than you - cute? When did this happen? You really think we're cute...?" Perhaps a juvenile question, but... They hadn't expected the Punisher to echo their own thoughts about him.

He's actually cut down on the smoking lately, or at least within the hivemind's presence- Something that he hadn't noticed before until the smell of his own clothes began to bother him. Stale tobacco and sweat may be manly and alluring in paperback romance novels, but to the human nose it wasn't so pleasant. Not like he needed an excuse to bathe more often, but he definitely considered when and how much he would partake of his cigarettes these days.

The response to his teasing isn't Zazie's usual playful jibing, no air of superiority or statements of the colony's perfection in comparison to what a mess humankind could be.

"You've been staring and making moonstruck lookin' faces for the past few days, your wings do this little flitter on occasion, you're makin' squeaks-" he points out, counting off the odd behavior on his fingers. The sound of the collective's wings were even more plangent than the Boss' erratic piano playing whenever he got all moody and shut himself up in his creepy-ass mausoleum.

"I dunno- You just seem a lot more... vibrant than usual."

Whatever happened, must'a been good.

[wolfcross]

Bite? Bite??? Zazie promptly chomps down HARD on Wolfwood's arm, thinking they're displaying the same affections--

"Guuuuuuuuuuuh---! A fuckin bug bit me! Getitoff!!" Flails his arm vigorously to get rid of the bug.

[geraniumshurricane]

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‘the dead don’t always lie still here. this is not a place of rest.’ //hey howdy don't mind me--

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❝ Yeah but Zazie, I've been travelling all day and it's so HOT. give a guy a break and at least give me some water please? ❞

[knaivcs]

hxvemxnd:

Run away... With his snuggie--

"IT'S NOT A SNUGGIE," Knives bellows, tempted to turn his cloak back into blades and see how much Zazie enjoys that.

[forgivenpunishment]

"Suit yourself. you'll regret it tomorrow~" //uwu some sassy bug (i liked the post it came from in case u needed it)

⩥ @hxvemxnd || don't care about me [OPEN]

suit yourself. you'll regret it tomorrow.

Wolfwood's expression remains stoic as the Beast pesters him during his mid-night insomnia. Smoke hisses from behind his teeth as he sighs and smokes. He had intended to stargaze from the rooftop alone, though it appears Zazie decided to check in. They notice the bandage wrapped around his arm; it's fresh, as though he only recently changed it.

"It's not worth using a vial on," Wolfwood mumbles, knowing it doesn't matter how low his voice is for it to be heard, "I can handle a little bit of pain. S'what I get for playing hero."

He rescued a child today. He already documented it in his journal.

The kid lost her parents, so, naturally, Wolfwood had to help. They walked together until she recognized her home, but when they entered, the home was empty save for a party of bandits who were using her to lure people to their trap. Dirty.

He sent them packing, but at the price of his overall health. Not only is there a bandage around his arm, but there's also one around his abdomen and one around his thigh. Sure, a vial would heal him immediately, but so would a couple days' rest. Since the damned vials are in limited supply due to his detachment from the Eye, it's more important than ever for him to ration them.

Besides, it's penance.

"Not much I don't regret the next day lately, so it's nothing new. Besides, when the hell have you ever cared about how I feel?"

[typhoonvash]

❝ now, don’t resent us for all we’ve put you through. ❞ //U said u like angst in ur rules sooooo sorry not sorry--

⩥ @hxvemxnd || twilight princess [OPEN]

❝ now, don’t resent us for all we’ve put you through. ❞

"Pardon? I'm not sure what you mean," the tall, well-built farmhand smiles down at Zazie behind round spectacles. He leans against the hoe in his hand, dirty blond hair shifting slightly in the breeze. Familiar, but not; Zazie would still recognize the Independent anywhere. "I don't think we've met before, so I don't have any reason to resent you, friend."

The man works with only one arm. The other is severed mid-bicep, long since healed over—his dirty cream shirt is tied at the end of it.

"I don't have much to offer, but do you need anything? Water, food, seeds..."

He rambles. Looking at it, this plot of farmland doesn't do much in the way of growing things with how dry the soil is. Only a miracle could save the dead earth beneath their feet.

"Oh, how rude of me! I forgot to tell you my name," his brows tilt apologetically, "I'm Eriks."

[bloodandgunsmoke]

Read... or, well, *try* to--

Vash studies the latest wanted poster with exasperated interest, reading down the list of his crimes one by one. So thoughtful of the authors to expound upon them for the curious. It's difficult to focus when every so often there is a buzz in his ear or a puff of air ruffling the hairs on the back of his head, or the occasional poke and prod. He's only halfway through the list of grievances when a particularly jarring flutter brushes up against his ear, resulting in a graceless start as he give up and swats at the disturbance. "Gh-ah! What? What?!"