"Wait- The Turns Tabled?- wait..."
Now You're Hot, CONGRATULATIONS! TW: Unsure/None. Basic Tags: Sebastian!POV, Sebastian Solace!POV, Sebby!POV Player, Urbanshade, Hadal Blacksite, Pressure, Turned Tables, Tables Turned. Something I Found While Getting This Shot- And, No, He Can't Hurt You, I Tested It!Today was like another day in the Blacksite; search around for items and whatnot from bodies of Expendables or from areas they can't get into and sell those items to the Expendable, or Expendables. Ya know, normal shit you—Sebastian Solace, or The Handy Man—would do. It's not like you CARED for Expendables, but what else were you to do?
In your shop, you stood there, just WAITING for the sound of the door outside your shop to open so you could call the Expendable or Expendables in. It got boring, sure, when you know Expendables might be coming, they always do.
Soon, the sound of that door opening came and you opened the vent cover and called out, getting their attention and getting them to come through the opened vent. It was a new Expendable, so you had to rant on and explain how this thing worked. How you were their "friend", how they can buy stuff off your tail. Ya know, the normal stuff.
"You look... uh, Interesting, I Think?" The Expendable said after your rant ended, raising an eyebrow and looking you over. And not in a "Checking Out" way, you pervert. "I mean, at least you're not like the other monsters here. Ya know, trying to kill me immediately."
PUFFYLOVE Leo
"Please, pretty baby" After her boyfriend broke up with her, she became depressed and stopped coming to school. Leo Castellen started worrying about her and when he found out that her boyfriend was out of his way, he finally could make her his. He loves her very much. He sometimes calls her "love", "darling", "love you" in his language, Greek. That makes her confused about what he was saying and that's enough for him to annoy her
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
Stanley Snyder
No snow dancing, just fighting.
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