#occisor interactions

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"Tell me something nice, please. About anything." (ajin verse)

            OCCISOR— HE LOOKS AT THEM WITH A SENSE OF surprise, not having expected them to ask something like that of him of all people. He was sure that Giraffe knew very well that Vincent was far from the right person to ask for positives from. But, nonetheless, Vincent was flattered— be it as it may, he thought it was nice of them to turn to him in their time of need, even if he really shouldn’t be anyone’s first choice. 

He hums, quietly, considering their question for a while. “Well–” He starts, before letting eyes glance at them for a moment. –”I think your company is nice to have, when the world is out to hunt us like this?” he tries, his voice going softer as he continues, “I mean, I half expected that you’d leave after a while and I’d have to go back to fleeing from place to place, hoping to not be recognized and living just… i don’t know, a half-life? But now you’re here, we have this place”– He motions to their caravan– “Among other things. I don’t know, but considering the alternatives, I think we did pretty well.” Then, he shows a smile.

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“ you just gotta decide early on on what type of cunt you wanna be. ” for young Vincent

* 𝐀  𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓  𝐌𝐀𝐍.

         OCCISOR—EYES DART TO EVE, the near white grey meeting theirs for a moment, curiosity flickering inside as well as the usual intensity that could not be hidden when it came to her. "An' wha' kind ov cun' do you 'hink I should be, Eve?" As always, he values her opinion over his own, but he does offer his own anyway, "'Cause I feel loike I'm quite the asshole already, mos' people take off runnin' when I come across 'em, af'er all." It's only after he says this that a smug grin spreads on his features, pleased that he might've unintentionally done as she told already, simply by being himself.

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“ this is the fucking nicest i’m gonna be. i’ll take your fucking head right off, do you understand me? ” / idk I remember talking about them having met in their teen years so this is for that! Loni would be about 15-16!

* 𝐀  𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓  𝐌𝐀𝐍.

         OCCISOR— FIRE STOKED ITSELF LOW IN HIS BELLY. Violence and anger were always easy to call upon, especially when he was already feeling quite volatile from having had to deal with Daniel (dear, dear older brother). So the challenge of violence was exactly what he was aching for. He cannot help the mocking laugh that follows her words, refusing to back down even when doing such was the better option here.

" 'Re ya naw? An' wha' would ya do if I push ya mawe? I don' give a shi' faw your nice'ies or your pre'en'ious kindness. Try me, Give me 'he 'ru'h ra'her 'han wha'ever bullshi' you're 'rying nah."

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Nonverbal RP Starters

😬 Snarl/show teeth at my muse

               OCCISOR— SUFFICIENTLY RILED UP BY THE others behaviour, he can’t help but bare his teeth to them in return, a slight scowl emerging in the process. He seems relatively uncaring that he was showing off metallic teeth in the full view of everyone around them. He just wasn’t going to lie down and take them doing this, no matter how much he was seemingly a good dog for him. 

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Nonverbal RP Starters

💀 Knee my muse in the groin

            OCCISOR— A LOW GROAN, and a slow sinking motion follow this-- a soft ‘why’ as he sinks on his knees, hands covering the sore spot now. It was partially out of instinct that he responds like this, as his pain threshold had grown quite a lot throughout his personal history, and not just because it hurts a lot. Though it did quite a bit. 

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"Whose blood is that?" (ajin verse)

INJURIES

        OCCISOR— FOR A MOMENT, HE WATCHES THE OTHER in silence. Almost as if to give them a moment to reconsider what they just said and perhaps correct the question they are asking. But when they did not, he reaches for them carefully and brushes fingers slowly over their cheek as a slight smile plays at their lips, mirth in his voice as his eyes twist in their version of amusement. 

“Do you really think I’d let anyone but you cause me to bleed?” He whispers this quietly, only for their ears, as he moves closer for a bit just enough to pet their head, gently running fingers through their hair. “To answer your question-- no, it is not. It was just from a little rat who thought it wise to try to be nosy around us. I just did it to protect us. You. Is that bad?” 

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Nonverbal RP Starters

😛 Stick their tongue out at my muse

           OCCISOR— SEEING CHEEKY MYLES stick out his tongue to him from across the library, Vincent can’t help but saunter over with a slight grin on his face-- amusement evident in the slight twinkle in his eyes. “What are you doing?” He asks, curiously peering at the book they have in their hands. “Did you find something you’re interested in?”

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Nonverbal RP Starters

👗 Fix/Straighten my muse’s clothes

           OCCISOR—VINCENT CAN’T HELP BUT look on in gaping surprise as they straighten his clothes as he stands there. It was almost parent-like in a way that Vincent was only familiar with seeing aimed at peers or in movies. He can barely think to close his mouth as he stands frozen in place. It is only when they are done with fixing up the things he was wearing that he jolts into speech.

 “uh--- Thank you? I-- I guess?” Eyes turn away as he tries to find something to say or do in this situation, “-- I mean-- I appreciate it but--” He mutters, although it is vividly evident that he has no clue where he is going with this --”but uh--” He wants to question why, but just as he is about to ask he realizes it is probably rude to ask. So, with a solid click of his teeth snapping upon each other, he stops talking, giving a slight nod as he tries to remember what he was going to do.