1. First impression: This guy's weird.2. Truth is: You're weird.3. How old do you look: Er, forty? I don't know how krogan age. You're wrinkly enough already.4. Have you ever made me laugh: Sure.5. Have you ever made me mad: Mad? Maybe a little, like when you fuckin' tackled me.6. Best feature: Your gentle smile.7. Have I ever had a crush on you: -flatly- No.8. You’re my: Best krogan buddy.9. Name in my phone: Bowser.10. Should you post this too? Sure, why not?
Tavi has a hell of a time keeping weight on. He has to carefully watch that he’s eating enough to actually keep his weight up and since he often doesn’t, he’s borderline unhealthily underweight most of the time, even for his already small size.
✚ for a HEALTH headcanon.
He does however take care of himself on the STD front, he often visits clinics for tests and vaccinations to make sure he’s staying up on them.
␛ for an ANGER headcanon.
When Tavi’s angry, it’s obvious. He snarls, he hisses, he snaps at people. Usually though, when he’s angry, there’s also an element of fear to it.
Send me “black bird” for a darker memory of my muse’s past
Black was such an ugly colour.
But Daniel was dressed in black like all the rest.
He stood up with a quiet sigh, shrugging on his clothes like it was any other day. Instructions lay on his desk in untidy scrawl, giving him a step-by-step process on how to tie a tie. Neil draped his tie around his neck, fumbling with the process. He ignored his shaking hands, threading the tongue through the knot and pulling it down. Pressing his chin to his chest, he noticed the tie was skewed a little to the left, but no matter what he did it wouldn't straighten.
A minute later he was downstairs, joining his mom in the kitchen. She was standing over the sink, washing out mugs and dishes like those chores still mattered. "Mom?" he called. An unexpected smile spread over her features when she turned to face him.
"Oh, Neil. Look at you," she tutted, her voice sounding tired. "You almost had it."
He let out a weak laugh. "It's Dad's fault. His handwriting's terrible." She chuckled, too, undoing the knot he had spent five minutes on in a matter of seconds. Straightening his collar, she threaded the tie through and deftly knotted it. Her hands smoothed over his shoulders when she was done, brushing the lint off his jacket. Neil's gaze dropped to the tiled kitchen floor. "... I don't want to go... today."
She gasped, for a split second he thought she was going to slap him. Tears stung his eyes, his face crumpled as he attempted to hold in the giant lump that had formed in his throat. "I don't want to," he said, hating the way he sounded when he said that. Neil pressed a hand to his mouth, smothering a hiccupy sob.
He hadn't cried at his neighbour's funeral, he had spoken a solemn eulogy at Mrs. Kozlov's funeral, and held Kanta as she sobbed into his shoulder. It was like he had been saving them all for today. His face contorted, and he covered it with his hands.
His mother's arms wrapped around him, he found himself in a tight hug. His arms dropped to his side, chin resting on her head. Neil heaved, unable to stop his chest from heaving. "I don't either," she whispered, her hand stroking his back. "I don't."
worthlesspurpose hat auf deinen Eintrag geantwortet:Where are my clothes?
"Rrrrr. Did I… ever get that ryncol?" he grumbled, rolling from his spot on the ground over toward what he thought was the door. "It feels like I did. Hehe."
"Yeah, yeah you did. You drank an entire keg of it. And you fucking owe me credits for it, too," she said, continuing to keep her eyes covered and not bothering to help him locate his clothes.
"They're in the pile you left near the door when you came in last night rumbling about how you wanted the specialty ryncol you knew I had," she said, her hand slowly sliding over her eyes and she let out a low groan. What a great morning this was turning out to be. "Why I even told you about the ryncol I get special from Tuchanka is beyond me now."
