❛ --- i said ... i was looking for my FATHER . he’s ... tall . and very strong . have you seen him ?? ❜
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❛ --- i said ... i was looking for my FATHER . he’s ... tall . and very strong . have you seen him ?? ❜
nico drags a thumb across his lower lip, and his eyes are just a little glassy. but, as always, he’s more alert than he looks. ( he’s always poised to pounce; old habits die hard. ) the delight on his face is a facade, a picture of a picture, but one that he wears goddamn well. if he does say so himself, that is. “ i like that watch, ” he says. there’s something in his tone, a lilt to his voice, that suggests it’s already his. but it’s no fun that way; he wants the stranger to give it to him. “ where’d you get a pretty thing like that, huh ?? ”
“ i think i live right above an italian mafia hideout -- ” she says this, sloane stands behind the counter of the flower shop, assuming it’s her FRIEND who said they’d surprise her sometime this week. “ i mean first of all ? their italian accents are fucking rad as hell, they’re always well dressed, and the food is so good. almost too good. ” yes, she’s implying that the italian restaurant under her apartment may be a mafia hq. sloane takes leftover food from the restaurant, though, and pops it open. “ i’m thinking i should ask to join. like ... damn, a girl graduates college and STILL has to work two jobs. besides, i’m cute. and i could be their personal trainer. totally qualified, right ? ”
kon’s had a lot of time to come to terms with some shit about himself. and then he had some time being dead. which means he’s never actually gotten around to going to pride. he also probably has never said the words i’m gay in his life, which means he’s feeling a little bit anxious. everyone here seems to happy and open and...kon doesn’t know how to be that way yet.
--- he’s been told countless times that he’s got the gay fashion thing down already, though, so he’s safe to be here in his superboy costume && one little rainbow flag painted on his cheek by some sweet girl he met earlier with a bunch of brushes. “ am i in your way ?? ” he asks, barely paying attention, fixated as he is on the festivities.
HOLDS HER HANDS out too offensively to be defensive ; limp in her STEP , breathing ragged , bruising body and CUT above her left eyebrow --- she’s not in the BEST STATE . reyna is all but ready to bring everything down in FLAMES , including herself , self dubbed PRINCESS OF SELF DESTRUCTION will burn this city to the ground given enough incentive . she has no ROD to carry energy or electricity , so the heat she’s RADIATING is just short of fire . “ get ... get back ! “ is a shrill order of PANIC , eyes watering . “ get back ... or i will ... i WILL hurt you ! “
Pepper glances around the street, eyebrows drawn together suspiciously.
“ What’s going on? ”
“I’m sorry, but how many drinks did you say Larry gave you?” the redhead questioned the person as they slurred their words a bit. Crystal had to know if she will be taking care of a already hammered customer just as her shift began.
“Excuse me...excuse...sorry.” Barbara had been to crowded places on her wheelchair before but the crowd in New York was overwhelming. The initial plan was to join the parade and be with the crowd but she would either get pushed or she would hurt someone. With a bi and rainbow mini flags attached on her wheelchair, she made did her best to escape the crowd and made her way to the part of the venue where there are less people. Her chair hit a small bumped and looked up to confirm her suspicion of running over someone’s foot. “Oh, crap. I’m so, so sorry,” she said while giving them an apologetic look.