❝ It makes me feel shitty. Like you're just visiting here, until the next thing and you're gonna leave me when you get bored or you find something better. Like Katrina did. Like Jessica did. ❞
(( Me: *lying down because Mr. Peanutbutter is so scared of not being Enough for people. A fear that's been validated repeatedly, yet he keeps RUSHING into relationships because of it. Hence him getting with Pickles right after splitting with Diane. Like... immediately because he's terrified of being Alone and this fear only gets worse the older he is because by this point he wants to have a LIFE with someone* ))
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✩ ˙ ˖ Appearance ˖ ˙ ✩
(( Small of stature, Streber stands at a whopping 5′3 with a lithe and weak-appearing figure to match. The product of his father’s affair, left to the man when Streber’s mother passed soon after childbirth— which added to the feeling of ostracization from his family, as well as his other mother’s resentment —Streber stood out amongst his larger, fair-skinned relatives. With tanned skin and deep green eyes. Eyes that have now turned a bright red, but he keeps hidden behind colored contacts that mimic how they used to be.
His fangs are natural and he doesn’t bother hiding them, most people not giving his impressive canines much of a second-glance. Likely figuring they are a fashion statement of some sort. Streber covers them up with comically-large fangs during Halloween when dressing up as a more ‘ stereotypical ’ vampire, as a personal joke.
His fashion sense is... notable. Eye-catching in its mismatch of black broken up by bright colors and patterns, the lovechild of emo/scene/colorful-goth/whatever-the-fuck. He indulges in the extravagant fashion choices available to him now, finding a sense of freedom in it. After being raised to draw as little attention as possible and conform to his dreary family, Streber feels as though he’s making up for wasted time and opportunity. Plus it’s a fun spin on the dark and intimidating expectations for more traditional vampires. Besides, his taste in clothes acts as a sort of ‘ warning ’ for others when it comes to interacting with the unique being... At least, that’s how Streber likes to think of it.
Oh. And yeah, he only has one arm. ))
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