#jeanlebeau

[dxrkeyes]

"Aw fuck."

[owinterer]

@jeanlebeau has decided to become a target – ! || unprompted.

"Me? Stealing? None! Dats preposterous!"

" That sounds more like somethin' a thief would say. " James spoke out, his tone calm despite how his right hand simply hovered the holster on his thigh that held his pistol. Not the first time he's dealt with people stealing from him - hells, those that did usually met the end of his metal fist rather quickly the moment he found them. An exhale left him through his nose, brown eyes hidden behind his mask still fixed upon the other man, the squint he was giving quite clear in the way his domino mask hugged every fold of his skin as his face slightly scrunched up.

“ Now, where is it, hm? I'm missin' an arm and I'm not about to have it sold on the market to some fucker that won't know how to use that piece of technology. ” of high technology, too. If he lost that arm, he knew that Tony would not let him live it down, either, seeing that it was a prototype at that, too, for a cooling system upgrade.

“ Trust me, you don't want to see how fast I can pull that trigger. ”

[bubblybiter]

"Jou..are de cutest Lil thing I've eva seen in my life.."

Jeff was little, and the cutest! How could someone so correct be evil? They couldn't, that's how. Jeff stamp of approval.

"Mraaaw..." He paws at the other a bit bashful, but tail wagging like it was swatting a thousand flies.

This face? The face of peak cute and he knew it. Could you say no to this face? Jeff was the champion of the puppy face. It was like Remy said: already a master of stealing hearts!

"Ahnkoo!" Jeff thanks with a bright, fang-filled smile. "Mrrm Jrrrf!"

An introduction that might need some translating, but Jeff does take out his collar with his name tag on it, pointing at it enthusiastically.

[yoursdndispatcher]

@jeanlebeau asked: "Homme-méca, oui?"

It takes Robert a second to parse both the french and the thick accent, but once he does, he manages to not tense all over at the question. He's just a guy.... An unassuming guy in a brown leather bomber jacket that's seen better days. There's no earthly reason why this man - this stranger ought to be asking him this question, and yet there he is... A striking figure in a wild mane of hair. Well, fuck all if Robert doesn't have a type...

❝Sorry, man... I don't know any Homme-méca,❞ he answers in a dry tone, like he's ushering off a tourist, or a loiterer. ❝Maybe try Google, or only-fans.❞

[billyandhismultiples]

"Jou got some skills." Askbox Always Open for @jeanlebeau

A grin infiltrated the multiplier’s lips, one that effortlessly tugged upwards from corner to corner and easily transferred over to each of his surrounding clones, copy-paste.

Him and dozen of his counterparts, circling the stranger who was now within the middle of them, all peered at the new guy under lightly polarized shades. Total overkill, this many multiples, but one could never be too careful when someone unfamiliar made themselves known in the dead of night. Don’t catch him off guard if not prepared.

"Good ta see ya got eyes, bo-staff." Jest and tease dripped within the words of the duplicate that spoke.

"Now, watcha doin’ lurkin’ in the shadows like a common thief?" Talking continued from one clone to another with not much seriousness in the tone.

"That roles’ already been filled, thank ya very much." Now the original speaks, hands gesturing outward as he steps forward toward the other man.

[hcrctic]

         wanda  lifts  an  eyebrow  as  she  tilts  her  head  to  the  side,  a  humorous  smirk  on  red  lips  as  she  observes  the  man  in  front  of  her.  it  wasn't  the  first  time  someone  wanted  to  approach  her  by  being  bold  and  asking  her  out.  sometimes  it  worked  out,  but  other  times,  like  today,  it  raised  all  kind  of  alarms.  ❝  do  you  know  who  i  am?  ❞  the  question  was  asked  without  a  mocking  or  sarcastic  tone;  she  was  indeed  puzzled  by  this  man  and  his  audacity  just  approaching  her  for  no  rhyme  or  reason.  her  arms  crossed  against  his  chest,  her  head  still  tilted,  her  eyebrow  still  raised. 

      * ⋆ ⁺   ‧͙  ⊹˚  .  *⋆  𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 @jeanlebeau '𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤 *𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞.

[dxrkeyes]

@jeanlebeau dealt his hand ♠️

It was probably the quietest and calmest night he had had in a long while. No noisy cars, no outside chatter, and most importantly of all, no other children. Nobody stealing his pillow and covers, beating on him, or scaring him awake. Nights where he had had enough, he preferred a flattened box outside or grass to the torment of his peers, especially when he didn't have the energy to fight back. The combination of the lack of food and sleep meant that was more often than not.

Thanks to what seemed to be generosity from his would-be victim, Remy went to sleep with a full stomach, a shower, and clean pajamas. Even though he was given his own bed, the boy's mind was still in survival mode. There was enough room underneath it for him to shimmy under with his pillow and blanket, hiding himself from anyone who thought to come into his room at night. Nobody did, not until the man he tried to steal from came in come morning to check on him. Him thinking to check under the bed so quickly actually startled the boy, large red eyes staring back at him from the cover of the blanket.

Being told that it was time for breakfast made his little heart drop to his ankles, immediately thinking back to the dining hall back at the orphanage, "Um...I-I'm not hungry m'sieur." He peeps, sinking deeper into the blanket.

His stomach told a different story though, the rumble was loud enough for Jean-Luc to hear even past the covers.

[hcrctic]

"Chérie, are jou a thief? Because jou stole mon heart~"

a small smirk draws on those red lips. ❝ if i stole your heart, then, how are you alive? ❞

      * ⋆ ⁺   ‧͙  ⊹˚  .  *⋆  @jeanlebeau  𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬  ❛  an unpromped ask  ❜  ⸻  𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 *𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞.