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    Stalks the dash from a distance.

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    Why did he agree to this again?...

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Colt accidentally getting Dr. Theo mad. Colt trying to learn to cook on his own until he accidentally cuts himself and Alex starts teaching him so that he doesn't burn down the kitchen. Alex comforting Colt after he has a nightmare. Colt scaring Worick the one time he tries being quiet because Alex is sleeping on the couch. Colt coming to Bastard for the first time and hearing Alex sing. Colt getting his hair cut.

I don’t see this happening easily, but I do see it happening because Colt really doesn’t seem like he’s had that much socialization beyond the Destroyers? Or maybe he has, but his time killing ruthlessly has made him a different person? Theo seems to feel very strongly about only ‘saving people that will/want to live.’ I think the easiest way Colt could make Theo angry would be to give up or offer to kill someone as opposed to trying to save their life. Because let’s face it, even though Theo acts like an old, grumpy meanie pants, he always gives his all for his patients. 

He probably wouldn’t even bat an eye, honestly, which is what would worry Benriya (especially Alex, since the kitchen is kind of her domain) the most. He could really hurt himself? And who knows what goes in the food? He actually is pretty skilled with his hands as far as decorating food goes, and he’s got a good mind for different tastes. His exceptional sense of smell seems to help the most with that. If he doesn’t like the way it smells together, he knows it’s not going to taste great. And his memory is great. He remembers that those three ingredients tasted like something Beretta would cook, and he does not repeat that.

Precious baby Colt waking up covered in sweat, being scared the most about the fact that he’s starting to admit that he’s scared and wants someone to hold him. He tries to stay numb and level headed, but the more Alex comforts him, the more it chips away at his insistent need to avoid relationships. Eventually he breaks down after waking up yelling and cries. He’s never particularly loving or touchy feely, but he can express himself and he holds hands and hugs now.

Worick having just covered Alex up when he feels that weird prickling sensation on the back of his neck. He was stupid and turned left instead of right, so he was fully in his blind spot for a little bit. Poor Colt, who’s just getting used to being around all these new people, is a little scared. Any maybe kind of protective? He worries about Alex a lot and wants to protect her. When he gets scared he might be more likely to hurt someone he thinks is not being nice to her, so Worick has to be careful not to shock him too much.

Slightly stale cinnamon roll Colt being completely indifferent on the way there, but once they get inside he starts to get anxious because look at all the people and the lights and there are loud noises and someone tries to touch him to ask if he’s alright. But then Alex starts singing, and he relaxes because her voice is familiar and comforting and he ends up having a really great time.

PLS. This is so cute. Alex says they need something so the hair doesn’t get all over him, and Nic, being the total smartass he is, cuts a hole in a trash bag and manages to get it over Colt’s head, so Colt is just sitting there in a giant black trash bag. His hair is all staticy because of the plastic rubbing all over it. He’s totally deadpan, and his hair is all floofy. This total black mop sticking up all over, and Nic is laughing this growling laugh like he is enjoying this way too much dodging Nina trying to get onto him. He’d probably be totally indifferent to the change in appearance, just happy his bangs are out of his face, but he would try to say it looked nice when Nina looked upset that he didn’t appreciate her hard work.

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    With the added rule of collecting cats as they went along, that left him questioning this boys motives entirely. Sure it was simple enough when spoken, but the feline species truly did have a mind of their own. It was rare that a cat allowed him close enough to pat their heads as much as he would like to, let alone pick one up from off the ground without gaining a scratch or a dozen. A soundless sigh was pushed free of parted lips as he watched the other prance off now. Hues scanning their surrounding from the rooftop in search of a fur ball. Well it certainly looked as though he would be getting the desserts now.

     “You have to grab as many cats as you can before you get to the building the rock landed on!” He said, picking up a piece of rubble larger than his head then chucked it six buildings away.  “The one with the least cats has to get dessert!” Laughs and runs off, dropping into alleyways to grab any felines he happened to see. 

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    Mikhail why?!

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    Hmm, he supposed the choice in activity could have been worst given the others nature. So really he had no reason to complain at the option. As much as hopping back and forth across roof tops did seem a little pointless. It was better than standing around with a leach attached to him. “You go first then.”

     “My epic hopscotch game.” He’s not going to let go of the other until they finish playing the game.  He’ll latch himself onto the male if he needs to.  “Each building is a square, and you gotta throw a rock to see which building it will land on then get it!”

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    The snowball was something he could have easily avoided had he actually expected this woman to attempt to throw something at him, given her apparent lack in abilities. Glancing down to where the snow had harmlessly collided with his jacket thanks to his lapse in suspicion, he was quick to dust it off. Well at least it was only what it was and not something else, otherwise he would have been in trouble for letting guard slip to this degree. 

    The gesture being returned as he dipped down to scoop up a hand full of the snow at his feet. Before launching it back towards the other with a small amount of force.

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  Casually throws a snowball at him, looks away for a moment trying to act innocent as she shrugs, “Woops slipped right out of my hand”

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    It should have been fairly self explanatory just what it was that his terms of agreement were towards these games at hand. Seeing as he wasn't about to agree to partaking in something he didn't particularly want to. “Depends what you want to play.”

     “Depends on what?” A tiny scarred hand grabbed onto the other’s coat.  He wanted to play his newly invented epic hopscotch game.  “Play with me.”

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     Even if the plan wasn't to wait around outside in the cold for such an extended period of time, it was of course winter now. Surely it should have been more than obvious, that a dress wasn't quite going to cut it out here. Well, who was he to complain, it wasn't as though he had been quite so stupid in doing as such after all. His hands being returned once more to pockets not that he had covered the bottom half of his arms now to boot. 

    He wasn't sure that Sig would be too pleased to show up only to find they had wondered off into the warmth without her. Thus that left only one possible answer to the question at hand  “No..” He responded dryly a glance being paid towards the female. 

        ❝ I wasn’t expecting to stand outside this long, ❞ Alex explained as if the woman needed to justify herself to a kid. She should of grabbed her own jacket, perhaps the weather would of been more bearable. Folding her arms across her chest she began rubbing her arms trying to create warmth from the friction, ❝ C-Can’t we go somewhere warmer? ❞

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    That wasn't quite how he, personally would would elect to word just why he was visiting the young hunter. But he was well aware of the sort of games this kid enjoyed to partake in for fun. “Depends...” 

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      “Are you going to play with me?”

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@grailbliinded​

[❁] If this is her soul’s true partner, it’s certainly a surprise. He’s small – scarcely taller than her, even – with dull, hardened eyes that say his heart’s got a deadbolted door or three atop it.

And then, on his end, there’s her. She’s small, and moon-faced, with a sickness stuck ‘neath her ribs; she’s neither pretty, nor appearing to possess any defining strength or trait – just a blip of a girl with olivine eyes.

Such a blessing, forgetting likely seemed. [❁]

“But – why?”

[❁] (Perhaps because you don’t know each other, silly girl? Perhaps because you’re frail, perhaps because he dislikes people.)

Inhale, exhale, steady as it goes; an unwavering extension of a broad-palmed hand, and a tilt of her stare towards her own feet. [❁]

“I’m really not so bad, and I doubt I’d dislike you once I get to know you.”

    Quite the bothersome situation he had landed himself in here, it would seem. Especially seeing as it was raising more of a fuss than he had first expected it to. After his prior comment he expected he could be on his way yet again, leaving this peculiar situation behind him once more. But alas it seemed as though it was going to require more of his attention, before thing could deteriorate into his departure.

    He much preferred to keep himself to himself in all concepts of the terminology, everything panned out far easier for him that way. Even down to the point of pondering his own thought to sum up a valid response to what was being asked of him now. A momentary pause granted as he too glanced away from the other, dull hues wandering elsewhere now.

    “I have other things to see to..”

    He’d never landed himself in a situation even remotely similar to this one before. Thus he had absolutely no idea what on earth he was supposed to say to adequately bring their conversation to an end. He supposed he could simply kill the other individual, but all things considered, if it could be prevented that was an option that he wanted to avoid.

                                “--Can’t you find someone else..”

    That would probably be better for both of them. He didn't have to deal with the females presence any longer then. He was also sure this would be far happier with a more attentive partner. This being something that he could never be.

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‘MERCY!’                        they cried,                                                ‘PLEASE — HAVE MERCY!’

‘SORRY,’                       you sneered,                                    ‘—I’M ALL OUT OF MERCY.’

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       He was cold? “Even with that jack on?” The woman asked, turning her full attention to the younger male. Now that he mentioned it she was feeling pretty cold herself. Instead of sporting her usual revealing clothing, Alex wore a dark red off shoulder sweater dress with a pair of black leggings - despite covering up her otherwise bare skin it was still inappropriate for winter. “Me too…” She added with a frown.

    Regardless of his choice in attire, or rather in this case it was more uniform than his own selection. That however didn't particularly mean that he was any warmer in this weather. Perhaps if he actually had something to do, as oppose to just standing around waiting for fellow ‘team’ mates to meet up with him once more; then things would be slightly different. But alas he was simply stuck here for the time being. A subtle sigh leaking free from lips leaving a satisfyingly warm accumulation of breath to collect momentarily within collar as he rolled down partially upturned sleeves. “--I’m not surprised.”

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*Feels risky and pats his head*

    He paused momentarily as he stared at the male about to pat his head. Did he come across as some from of creature? because that certainly wasn't the look he was going for. Raising his guard now, he stabbed the tip of one of his knives into the other individuals palm. That should do prevent any further unnecessary actions as such. 

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"It looks a little big for a kid like you..." (edited slightly because laughs)

Costumes Gone Wrong Starters

     Personally, he couldn't quite see it. Maybe it was a bit long in the sleeves but that was something that could be fixed if he was to simply cut them off, right.. That was at least easier than faffing about making attempts at locating something more sufficeable. As longs at the outfit was comfortable and easy to move around in. He didn't particularly care for what he looked like while fashioning it. After all, it wasn't as though he planned upon wearing the dark Halloween themed jumper more than just the once anyway. Considering he had the jacket, that was apparently a compulsory wear.

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          ❝I feel as though I know so little about who I really am. If I am·“the original Naoto” than why is there another who has my face? Why does she hold a similar blade to my own? Was she too trained by that bastard? The man who gave me the scar I possess? I wanted to take my revenge upon him and yet I was already beaten to it by his·“children”. Did he take in that girl because she looked like me? Should I despise her? Why is it, that I feel so lost?❞