#m:hosea

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✨ FAVORITE OLD MEN DAY ✨

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Gayometer ratings for my old men

EBENEZER. Bisexual. King. Kinda closeted about men. Needs a gay awakening tbh.

HOSEA. Bisexual. King. Knows what he is and has no problems with it. Sassy about it.

MICHAEL. Aromantic asexual. King. Really disturbed by the way you guys smash your face holes together but you do you I guess.

PUFF. Homoromantic asexual. King. Whimsical and cuddling. Likes long walks on rainbow-toned beaches.

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@khaloymes​

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“I don’t suppose you’re making a plan of freezing out here on purpose?”

The lantern’s light cut through the cold air like a blade as it landed on the figure huddled in the snow. Grizzlies West was no place for man to roam — Not Hosea’s kind, anyway. He himself was barely surviving out here, but he’d been too stubborn and weary to leave. Ever since the noted revival some weeks ago, he’d been here trying to scrape up resources and figure things out.

Part of him still wondered if this was an afterlife... The biting cold made for an unexpected Hell.

The elder man extended his hand downward, offering it with a short wheeze.

“Come on, don’t die on me. There’s shelter some ways from here.” He promised.

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Sad old man hours you guys.

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@aslyfcx​ (x)

Nick gave a small nod, “Yes, New York, sir.” A concerned frown plastered across his face as he tilted his head a bit off to the side, giving a small nod of acknowledgement to Melvin’s name. “Well then, it’s very nice to meet you.” He murmured out, his eyes then widening in surprise at what came out of the elderly man’s mouth. “Oh? Would you like to explain why you think you’re supposed to be dead?” 

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Hosea... Or, Melvin, rather- trained his gaze on the grass underboot and tried hard to recall the exact details of prior. Oh, he'd died. He was certain of it. How could he not have, with such a grim injury? He'd been shot directly in the chest. It was no mere graze or, by fancy manner of speaking, a light ail to bandage. He remembered the tension of knowing what was to come... That he wouldn't be making it out. The glance to Dutch before the fall.

He felt sick to his stomach.

"....Was shot," He replied vaguely at first, gritting it out. "In the chest. No way I should be alive right now, I know that much."

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@shiningsilverarmor​ asked:

(For Hosea): "what’s your status?"

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“Tired. Next question.” He’s already walking away to sit down.

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@aslyfcx​

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He woke coughing.

Hacking, wheezing, and gasping for air, he burst to life, but he did not come unscathed. He was in pain as he pounded his fist against his chest once and only once, halted by the pierce of hot pain within it, as if a hole was actively being ripped through him. He clutched at the area, shuddering and then examining his hand, expecting blood.

There was none.

Disoriented, he looked around as he struggled to get a good breath flowing into his lungs, and only became more confused when he saw a bustling city he’d never seen before. A park surrounded him, and beyond that, streets lined with cars. He wheezed harshly, gritting his teeth as he attempted to get onto unsteady feet, hand scrambling to grab onto something for stability.

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Hosea is absolutely the kind of old man that wakes up from a dead sleep when you change the channel and be like “I was watching that >:(” even though seconds earlier he was snoring and drooling