[[i haven’t thought of what butthead here is doing nowadays in fallout rp, but i had the loose idea that he does caravan guarding. Let his sister hang out with Oslo while he wanders around. BUT i have played with Hoag a little bit in a modern setting with my girlfriend, and he’s a werewolf in that one! His burn scar is now cool claw marks from when he got wolf’d. ]]

darling, put a hat on before you melt or something

I-- I mean, I think the damage is done at this point, Sir. I think I might just be getting the hat wet, and not making myself drier...  

-Get on.

[the young Mr. Hanamura -whose hair has gone long again, much longer than it'd been before he cut it last, causing the ends to go all 'flippy'- finds himself up a tree, aiming his rifle at cans he's dangled from another tree some 30 paces away. They're swaying, but he's encouraging the challenge. On his hip, he's got the worn miniature legal pad and pen he's been employing to take notes; collecting gossip, events, things he Needs to know about people. Sometimes he'll report these to his Saint as things *he* might like to know as well, sometimes he won't. It's a matter of importance. He's finding he likes having the latest news of the comings and goings in the Boston area. He isn't sure what he'll need that information for, but it's something. Hogarth Hanamura fancies himself an informant, which might be a nice thing to be. ]

That’s just how your ears grew!! That doesn’t make you a-- you can’t just say-- I don’t wanna get into this argument again >:( 

I just–! 

Elves aren’t a real thing!! 

I just--! 

Elves aren’t a real thing!! 

Well, you do like flair, so, that checks out.

... he says, convinced that The Saint knows what he's doing.

@gaybuccaneering Mr. Saint, I’ve always wondered, a-and please don’t take offense to my asking, but why do you do… that thing? Where you say ‘he says’ about things that you said yourself? I don’t, y'know, dislike it or anything, I just… don’t know the motivation, I guess.

@gaybuccaneering Mr. Saint, I've always wondered, a-and please don't take offense to my asking, but why do you do... that thing? Where you say 'he says' about things that you said yourself? I don't, y'know, dislike it or anything, I just... don't know the motivation, I guess.

Oh, how do you solve a problem like sweet Hogarth? How do you catch a cloud and pin it down? How do you find the word that means "my Hogarth"? A sweetheart, a nonpareil, a noun!

!! I– Oh-Hello, Mr. Saint! I, uh, don’t think there’s any way to pin a cloud down, but I’m sure you’d find a way to do it.

Hah, I think this should be about you. You’re the one who’s too good to describe….

[hugging his coat tighter around himself] Is it ever gonna get warmer..?

When You Were Young | The Killers

we’re burning down the highway skyline on the back of a hurricane that started turning when you were young

[ his hair is cut, and he's going to be wearing a little grey beanie hat until the ends grow out a little and he doesn't have that 'I just got a haircut' look. He looks cute in the hat.]

[ ya boy is actually, finally, going to cut his hair again today. It is getting, in his opinion, much too long to look presentable, and he hates the way it curls up at the ends, and it just has to go.]

Someone said I should try to smoke to calm down, but… I… don’t – I– a lot of fires get started with cigarettes, don’t they? i mean– probably, right? And— I don’t think I need to calm down that badly, do I?

Hanako No.1097-ryo

[[ there are so many cute pictures of hoagies faceclaim wearing glasses that it almost makes me wish I'd given him some, but I had to go and slap 'excellent vision' on as one of his character traits 9_9 ]]