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            before his trusty pistol even has the chance to EVAPORATE into a cloud of crystalized smoke around his palm, a streak of unmistakable bright red darts past him.  ❝  i ------  ❞  is all he gets out as he turns around himself, almost TRIPPING over his own feet, to watch her retreating back making a mad dash for the crow’s nest in all its UNDERWHELMING glory. how she finds the energy to sprint after a long afternoon of bounty hunting in the sweltering desert sun is a MYSTERY. but then comes the promise of a well-deserved dessert and ... well maybe he’s not THAT exhausted after all.  ❝  hey ----- best two outta three!  ❞             

              somehow his aching limbs find the power to carry him down the hillside, wind rushing past his ears & slapping him in the face, cool against the DAMPNESS that’s collected on his brow bone. it’s almost a refreshing sensation ... until he comes to a SKIDDING stop in front of their destination & immediately realizes how impossible it is to take a decent breath in this SUFFOCATING heat. 

                   ❝  man, oh man,  ❞  he wheezes.  ❝  i think i need two desserts after that ...  ❞

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13. What are your character’s sleeping habits? Heavy or light sleeper? Blanket stealer? One that always rolls onto the floor? Pushes their lover onto the floor? Sleep talker or walker?

X: Accepting

Generally by the time Hope crawls across his bed for the evening he’s asleep once his head hits the pillow, and a heavy one at that. It’s as much a needed rest as it is the only break he gets from his work duties. He might mumble on occasion in his sleep, but there’s never anyone there to hear or tell. (Unless it’s a verse that’s been built up the lad is consistently a workaholic virgin.)