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Cass! Look, I made some art.
-Yours Yasmin.
I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I love it, I love it, I love it!
Do you know how this picture could improve, tho? If you were covered in paint and I had been the one to playfully do it. ~
"If you don't want a sarcastic answer, don't ask a stupid question."
-Hozier
"Because it would pain you to be serious?" Chishiya wasn't one to talk. He gave plenty of lip and sarcastic responses all the time. But when he was trying to get information, the last thing he wanted was someone getting in the way of it by snarking him back. "Are you going to give me an actual answer? Or are you going to continue to waste my time?"
𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓
Citrine Focus: Are they able to multi-task or do they prefer to keep at one thing at a time?
Stonework headcanons
His preference is one thing at a time. But he can multitask.
Starter for @just-anotherplayer
Tangled mess of blonde curls, reaching a little below her shoulders, usually in a bun or braided, because she couldn't be bothered to take too much care of them. Eyes smudged with black shadow. Chipped nail polish of whichever color Hércules had his, usually black. Fingers painted with the colors of the rainbow, or smudged with chalkboard. Complete disregard for Hatter's dressing code; she was wearing a pair of ripped shorts and some funky, oversized, graphic t-shirt. If somebody looked at Cassiopeia García for the first time, that was what they'd see.
Somebody who stared for more than a minute at a time could also observe her crooked, gigantic grin, her squinting eyes examining her surroundings until they became nothing but two dark brown slits, looking for her next victim. The beauty spots on her jaw, on her neck, next to her nose, as well as in her arms, honoring the constellation she was named after, them forming a drawing of sorts; maybe not the tilted figure of the queen of Aethiopia, but something else...
As she made her way to Hozier's room (first thing in the morning, as she had informed the man... only, for her, that was not so much at six but maybe more like nine or ten), she thought of the way she presented herself. If her looks fit with her reputation of troublemaker, of crazy artist. She was, decidedly, quite happy with them, especially because they had earned her compliments like dazzling, bewitching and charming... from an equally dazzling, bewitching and charming man.
Holding in her arms glitter bombs, a charged silicone gun, a bottle of silly string and colorful pens and papers to create confusing signs like "Please sing while you walk through this corridor.", she stopped when she reached what she thought was the man's room. What she hoped was the man's room, and not that of some raging, brainless militant. Using her elbow to knock, as her hands were busy, she stood there, waiting patiently, changing her weight from one leg to the other, while she wondered if he would mind the lack of a genie, a monkey and a magic carpet. The Aladdin to his Yasmin... a soft chuckle, a spark of curiosity, and maybe the start of something new?
A whole new world, a thrilling chase... for her and him?
