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Leaning down, he held out a hand tentatively.
"You a lost mutt, too?"
ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ—— Her nose gently butted against his hand before she rubbed her head against it.
Well, she wouldn't think she was lost. She doesn't have much of a choice, unless she wants to be cooped up and possibly ignored.
||вιтε|| . {ωнιтεнαιяε∂sтяαү}
Where have I ended up now?
Hikari wandered randomly through some back streets, chasing Tomoko. She'd somehow lost sight of him, which was a real problem considering his recent killing sprees. Looking around at the buildings, she noticed what looked like a cathedral looming over her.
This seems like a place Tomo would take a victim...
She approached the building and pressed against the door —a distinct scent of dog washed over her senses as she spied a tall, white haired man rummaging around in the far corner of the room.
The hell? Who's this weird looking guy, where's Tomo, and why the hell does it smell like wet dog in here?
Her strong sense of smell was completely overwhelmed. Hikari entered the church, hoping that maybe this guy was Tomo's new victim and he was just hiding in here somewhere, waiting to strike. Regardless, her point was to end his killing spree, so she approached the stranger in case Tomo did happen to be watching. It would be a clear sign to stay away.
"Oi, what are you doing there?" she peered around the man's statuesque body, poking the side of his cheek rather comically.
@white-haired-stray
white-haired-stray
"Excuse me...."Uriprat "Navarro"Enclave grumbled to the stranger, he just bump into. Not bothering to apologize as he was too busy running errands for himself and picking up a team member.
*Tucks Haine into your inbox for a rate*
Opinion on;
Character in general: Heine is my favorite in-canon with Badou being a close, close second so I'm biased as fuck. But his archetype is one I identify with on a close level, and a lot of my characters inadvertently fall into that same vein as well. Just an awesome character all around. How they play them: I think I've said this before, but I enjoy greatly how you portray Heine. Not only is your writing pretty good, but you actually keep true to the smarmy bastard and don't twist him too far out of canon because of his relationship, which is a first for me as far as Heine players go. I wish Chamarris could mesh better with him, because it seems their dynamic is so similar that all the roleplays I try to start fall flat, LOL.The Mun: mun is v good much intimidate. I WOULD LIKE TO TALK TO YOU MORE.
Do I:
RP with them: kindaWant to RP with them: YES when i stop being afraid to
What is my;
Overall Opinion: AA+ much love for what u got goin' keep it up yo dont ever quit
**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty
♤
Badou rubbed one of his rope burned wrists as he glared at Heine. He wasn't even in the mood to yell at the asshole, he was just astonished that the guy could actually be fucked up enough to just leave him tied to a chair after shooting everyone down. Usually he at least had the decency to untie him after killing everyone else.
"Why did you leave?" He asked, glaring in his partner's direction.
[Text]: There’s blood. There’s a lot of blood.
[Text]: What the fuck did you do? I leave you alone for one night...
Badou made a face at his phone. Something pretty fucked must have gone down if Heine was texting him about it. He wasn't exactly a personal clean up crew or anything.
Badou, your taste in women is severely lacking lately…
Fucking fight me, Dogface.
::@::
Send me ::@:: for my character’s reaction to yours coursing their fingers through their hair.
Badou jerked his head away in surprise, turning to stare at Heine. He had been relaxed at the touch for a moment, before looking and realizing who was doing it.
"What the fuck?" He asked, genuinely surprised. "That’s not like you."
