Jun 7, 2014
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——— ”I wasn't expecting any company.”
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[ +4 are following you ]
——— ”I wasn't expecting any company.”
Naomi/Myer
Send me a ship and I’ll tell you:
Who’s more dominant: I wouldn’t quite call it dominant, but I would think maybe Naomi?
Who’s the cuddler: Both of them are just as cuddly.
Who’s the big spoon/little spoon: Naomi likes being the little spoon, which would leave Myer as the big spoon.
What’s their favorite non-sexual activity: Talking and photography.
Who cooks: Naomi in the beginning, though they probably take turns eventually?
Who comes home drunk at 3am: I want to say Naomi, but she prefers drinking at home…?
Who kills the spiders: They flip a coin.
Who falls asleep first: I would think Naomi does, because she’s really comfortable with him, and she feels safe, almost?
A head canon: Naomi loves listening to Myer talk, even if it’s about J-Tech stuff that she really doesn’t understand.
Their relationship summed up in a gif:
{♤, ✖, ღ}
♤ : Cooking headcanon
She’s actually not that bad of a cook. She can whip up a meal for herself without any problem, but it’s usually about the motivation to cook something rather than just get takeout because it’s so much easier.
✖ : anger headcanon
Naomi’s got a habit of internalising her anger and redirecting it at herself — a kind of no, you don’t have the right to feel this way — no, stop invalidating your feelings — but I don’t have the right to feel like that, it’s not fair to [other person] and it’s a horrendous cycle that necessitates her stepping away from the situation and sorting out her head so that she can calm down.
ღ : love or sexuality headcanon
Okay, so Naomi’s one of those people who needs love, needs companionship — it’s why she’s so attached to Elena and to TJ. She’s sort of a hopeless romantic and pretty much declared herself Elena’s wedding planner when her sister got married.That’s part of what makes being in Hong Kong so hard — she’s completely alone in a new country, no emotional support from the people she cares about, no physical support either…it’s hard for her.
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Send me a “ .:‡:. " and I will generate TWO random numbers. The first for a situation, the second for a sentence I have to incorporate into my character’s reply for a drabble/starter [specify].
Situation: 23 - in the back of a police carSentence: 2 - We've got to be quick!
Her arms are curled tight around her, and she's shaking, trembling visibly even though it's really not that cold and she's got her jacket on. She's shaken by what's happened, more than she would admit, and she's so reluctant to let anyone see her this way that she's taken to hiding out in the back of one of the police cars.
There's a knock on the window next to her, and Naomi practically jumps out of her skin. She looks up, eyes wide, an almost haunted look in them, and her shoulders slump only slightly in relief -- it's just Myer. She stares at him for a moment before finally rolling down the window, forcing a shaky smile.
"I know," she whispers, "gotta be quick. Just--I--I need a moment, okay? I'll be right out."
+ 4
Evenings were drawing in and the lights of the Shatterdome were a blend of a bright stadium and a ghostly ambient hallway. The blonde didn't know how to describe the effect this usually had on the person as they wandered down the metallic, echoing hallways, but it certainly made her somewhat drowsy.
...And nearly forget where she was going.
It felt like she had gone around in a dozen circles before ending up in the Mess Hall once more, scratching at her loose braids in a mixture of confusion and sleepy annoyance. "К черту все." Fuck it. She mumbles, wandering to fetc herself a coffee before sitting herself down in an indiscriminate seat.
At this time, the Mess Hall was a peaceful level of quite, with only a few milling about who needed the strange ambience to finish off paperwork that had otherwise been put off.
"...Is this seat taken?" She asks, eyeing it.
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"So, let me get this straight dude- you didn't bring me anything to eat? Ugh, even hybrids gotta eat sometime and I'm really not in the mood to be stared at... Or have food stuff thrown at me. Do you have any snacks on you at least?"
"Are you still awake?!"
Send me “Are you still awake?!” and my character will make a Night-Blogger style comment.
"You know what would be awesome? Socks for your hands."