For Zeffren: đ đŁ For Taft: 𤲠đź
đ for a love headcanon-
Zeffrenâs mandibles fidget as she thinks about the question,
âFinding love would be nice⌠It would be the first time though. I wouldnât say Iâve ever felt it before. I mean.. my teachers were nice, and they took care of me, but it wasnât love. When I would see other children with their parents, that was love. None of the teachers ever looked at me like thatâŚâ
đŁ for a stress headcanon-
A long agitated keen vibrated from Zeffrenâs throat,
âWhen I think of stress the first thing that comes to my mind is my crew mates. They're so⌠so⌠Ugh! I just wish they would stop being such assholes! Yes, I am QUITE aware I have no markings on my face, thanks for noticing. That shouldnât interfere with our work, but surprise!⌠it does.â
𤲠for a religious headcanon-
Taftâs mandibles lifted up in a grin at the question before he began speaking,
âOh de great spirits of Palaven!â His voice is raised as he looks up into the air with outstretched arms. People walking by stop and stare at the scene he is making, âBless our crops, our grubs, de food we eat! Take us tonighâ intah wonderful sleep!⌠Ma taught me everythinâ bout dem spirits.â He looks back down with a laugh.
âIâll tell you what though, de only religious experience I eveh âave is when I gamble. Itâs de rush you feel through yer veins, its de risk, de unknown of outcome dat makes yer blood run hot. When yah risk it all its de ultimate ecstasy, some times bettah den sex! Almost makes yah believe in somethinâ more den whats in front of yah face⌠almost.â
đź for a work headcanon-
Taft lets out a thrumming hum as he continues to stuff ammunition into his work duffle,
âIf any one donât like deir job, dey ainât doinâ it right.â He clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth, âItâs all bout what yahmake it. Look at me! I just wanna blow stuff up, WHAM!â He lets out a hardy laugh as he continues to stuff the bag over its capacity.
âJoined de military, Bam! Bam! Bam! Blew mah way through basic! Ya gottah assert, and yah commit. I nevah took no for an answah, and I never said no eithah. Itâs all âbout what yah make it.â He leans in close covering his mouth with a hand just incase a commanding officer happens to past by,
âSee, dey want me tah blow a hole through a barriah. What does dat take, like four sticks oâ dynamite? Pft borinâ, nah Iâm packinâ twenty plus three pack oâ mah baby C4. A bit extra fire powah ainât nevah hurt nobody.â He quickly straightens up, heaving the overstuffed bag over his shoulder. It barely zips shut at this point.
He throws you a wink, âWork is just what yah make it.â