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“couldn’t make it up if i tried.” he rests cheek against the back of his hand, watching raihan lose his mind for a moment. “tried t’wake you up to see if you wanted to head back to your apartment.”

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in response to this | @raihxn
“couldn’t make it up if i tried.” he rests cheek against the back of his hand, watching raihan lose his mind for a moment. “tried t’wake you up to see if you wanted to head back to your apartment.”
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okay.
okay.
another city. okay. not the worst thing albie’s ever faced. actually, the fact they aren’t trying to kill him already is a plus! but oh, my fucking god, can he get a break for once in his pitiful life? he just wants to like, fight some grimm. for once. instead of getting dropped into some place and losing his weapon, again. man. it’s almost as if people think he’s useless without his bow. like, yeah. he’s not the greatest at hand-to-hand combat but come on. he’s a student of beacon. he can fight.
he’s so annoyed, and he can’t even set anything on fire. next best solution: lay on the floor.
so.
there he is.
laying in the middle of the sidewalk.
( at least it’s not a very populated sidewalk. )
snomBODY Once Told Me || event! @raihxn
Okay Rhys, lets use that artistic talent you didn’t have in high school. Or college. Or ever. What to try and sculpt… Wait a second.
Local idiot Rhys began to start getting a real big pile of snow going. He was going to make his good friend Loader Bot!
Okay so first you make the leg. Make the leg. Make. The. Leg.
Okay cool so Rhys had managed to make a snow pile, fall into it, and get a little snow into his robot arm. He looked over at another man making a sculpture by him. I’m sorry but what the hell was he making?
“I’m sorry but uh... Is… is that a building with legs…?”
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They gave him a cooking set, so of course he’s going to use it. No actual need for electricity, he knew how to build a fire himself. Mika had set himself up somewhere not many people were roaming, intent on exploring (though at some point he and Kite had split up) but things just got boring without his partner around. It meant he got hungrier quick and he put his little supplies to good use.
Small enclosed fire, a cast iron skillet, and all the little things he picked up along the way. He did grab a large loaf of bread (and failed to pay for it) along the way, so a sandwich was on his mind.
For now, there wasn’t butter but he had long slabs of thinly cut meat. It works out, replacing butter with fat regardless. In his murmurings of reciting his recipe, he failed he acknowledge he wasn’t exactly alone.
(With any hope not someone out to get him for that stolen loaf of bread...)
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“Usually sneak up on people? ...Would this be considered sneaking?” she wondered aloud, her head cocking to the side in an almost childlike manner. She hadn’t meant to sneak, but it was certainly late, and she had moved quietly... Perhaps that would give someone a fright.
“I apologize. I did not mean to,” nor did she expect to, “frighten you. I simply have seen you with an unfamiliar creature, and taken an interest in it. It looked almost robotic in nature, but seemed very much alive.”
“Ah, and nice to meet you, yes,” she said after a too-long hesitation. “My name is Eve. What shall I call you?”
⚡⚡⚡ // @raihxn
wattson is so terribly engrossed in trying to program the light-up message board that had been gifted to her that she hardly notices the arrival of someone else in the apartment. it’s not until she feels eyes on her that she very briefly looks up.
❝ oh, hello. you’re, um... raihan, right? ❞ she says, hoping her pronunciation of his name is correct. ❝ we’re assigned roommates, yes? ❞ she goes back to fiddling with buttons inside the board’s back panel without giving him time to answer.
❝ they probably have me listed as wattson, which is fine, but that’s just a nickname. i’m natalie. you can call me whichever you’d like. ❞
with a few final clicks, wattson has her sign displaying just how she’d like it for now ― NATALIE’S ROOM scrolling across it in big, blue, glowing letters. perhaps she’d go back and change it sometime, but for now, she stands on her toes and props it up on her bedroom door frame.
❝ it’s nice to meet you! ❞ she finishes, a bit more enthusiastically now that her attention has been freed up.
“ okay let me get this straight. “
here the blonde is, having a casual conversation with a man who had vibes she could get behind - except she’s sitting on his Duraludon’s shoulders and looking down like she’s the queen of the castle suddenly. “ you can put a big guy like this - “ giving him a few scratches under his chin, he deserves it. “ into a little ball like that? that’s messed up bro. he must be so cramped !! “ // @raihxn
i can’t stand this | @raihxn
piers thought it would be funny, but he was caught too quickly for it. when raihan’s hand lands on obstagoon’s head, the pokemon smiles and leans in to give the dragon trainer’s face a lick! piers steps to the side and comes into view, leaning on his pokemon somewhat, giving it pats of love. he’s casual-looking today; a torn pair of jeans and the striped sweater that raihan had gifted him.
“hey. obstagoon made dinner, n’ he made too much... so i brought the leftovers.” every bit of this sentence was a lie, but hey.