No. I'd rather die again than eat something like that.
[Here's someone who looks entirely out of place. Not only does he look like someone who had lost their way looking for the nearest heavy metal goth party, but he sticks out like a sore thumb among among the flowers and beautiful scenery. One of the street vendor hands had, for a moment, gotten up enough gall to waltz up to him and offer to sell him a selection of flowery looking tarts. Honestly, anyone else might have been tempted but for this apparent tryhard?
No, he growls at her with a voice that seems to echo out from behind an oddly stylized skull mask, and shoo her off with a hand.
Seriously, the man needs to be taught some manners.]
side iii ↪ Flower Festival Dancing
['Copious amounts of security' was right. While he'd only recently arrived--unceremoniously, and from a planet still far, far from Earth--he'd already taken a liking to the new job he'd been offered when arriving to this place.
However, what he didn't enjoy was being drafted during a paid holiday to work as a chaperone and security for a dance that was happening while the sun of Riverview dipped down past the horizon--the party lights keeping the merrymaking and partytime going.
Avoiding drink and any sort of wayward partier who might ask him for a dance--he once again looks like a thorny black rosebush among the rest of the highlighted garden here. Maybe he'd be better left alone, but who knows--maybe bothering the guy might brighten him up a bit.]
side v ↪ Roommates Floor 8
[One might notice that his bed is become one that's barely used. Slept in for perhaps a short hour or two each day, at random times in the day. Always with his mask on, usually when there's noone else sleeping in the room.
He doesn't seem to eat that much--if at all, his habits of staying out of the room and avoiding those inside it apparent, but for a reason.
But if you're lucky, you might catch him hanging out on the balcony or sitting on his bed, minding his own business. Not exactly the friendliest of roommates, but the dishes always seem to be done when he's around, and his bed is always made to nearly military-level neatness.]
Reaper | Overwatch | OTA
↪ Blossom Picnic
No. I'd rather die again than eat something like that.
[Here's someone who looks entirely out of place. Not only does he look like someone who had lost their way looking for the nearest heavy metal goth party, but he sticks out like a sore thumb among among the flowers and beautiful scenery.
One of the street vendor hands had, for a moment, gotten up enough gall to waltz up to him and offer to sell him a selection of flowery looking tarts.
Honestly, anyone else might have been tempted but for this apparent tryhard?
No, he growls at her with a voice that seems to echo out from behind an oddly stylized skull mask, and shoo her off with a hand.
Seriously, the man needs to be taught some manners.]
side iii
↪ Flower Festival Dancing
['Copious amounts of security' was right. While he'd only recently arrived--unceremoniously, and from a planet still far, far from Earth--he'd already taken a liking to the new job he'd been offered when arriving to this place.
However, what he didn't enjoy was being drafted during a paid holiday to work as a chaperone and security for a dance that was happening while the sun of Riverview dipped down past the horizon--the party lights keeping the merrymaking and partytime going.
Avoiding drink and any sort of wayward partier who might ask him for a dance--he once again looks like a thorny black rosebush among the rest of the highlighted garden here. Maybe he'd be better left alone, but who knows--maybe bothering the guy might brighten him up a bit.]
side v
↪ Roommates Floor 8
[One might notice that his bed is become one that's barely used. Slept in for perhaps a short hour or two each day, at random times in the day. Always with his mask on, usually when there's noone else sleeping in the room.
He doesn't seem to eat that much--if at all, his habits of staying out of the room and avoiding those inside it apparent, but for a reason.
But if you're lucky, you might catch him hanging out on the balcony or sitting on his bed, minding his own business. Not exactly the friendliest of roommates, but the dishes always seem to be done when he's around, and his bed is always made to nearly military-level neatness.]