❛  come here.  ❜

The demand had the older man pausing in the doorway to peer over at where Kurjak was sprawled out on the couch.

With how the other man came and went, it made sense that Robert's brain automatically associated him with some kind of slightly feral cat. One that had waltzed in and made himself at home in Robert's living room. (Kurjak had yet to venture into lounging in Robert's bedroom unsupervised, at least. But the older would not put it past him to do that). A second passed before he rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to Betsy to wrestle her harness off.

"What're you gonna do if I don't?" The question thrown out like it was nothing. A quick glance toward Kurjak and a barley there quirk at the corner of his lips. "Get up and make me?"

❛ you’re welcome to stay, if you want. ❜

"I don't want to impose on you or anything."

Given the shitty winter weather, the smarter idea was to take Andie up on her offer. He was probably going to either eat shit or freeze to death on his way back home — It wouldn't be the worst experience (maybe) and he didn't have far to go. But, as Ryder stated, the last thing he wanted to do was impose or inconvenience Andie. Plus the fact that it was only the first couple of times that they were hanging out? It felt a little weird.

"Maybe let's wait and see if the weather clears up? I don't want to biff it while walking outside."

[ intent ] sender leans their forehead against receiver's 💜

The forehead touch was something that he did without thinking. A form of affection that he would allow himself as soon as he grew comfortable around someone. It stemmed from a deeper relationship, of course, which added to the weight of the action. It was part of the reason why he seemed so... Eager with the affection. In his own little way.

Roused by the sound of soft footsteps, dark eyes flickered away from the stove to watch his partner shuffle into the kitchen. A small smile curled at the corner of his lips at the sight of Kurjak. And the two fluffy companions trailing after him.

"Hi," the wolf mumbled softly, leaning down to give a kiss in greeting. Decker barely even glanced down at the feeling of Noge brushing against his ankles and circling around him. He was lucky that Jasper wasn't trying to steal things off the counter. "'M making us some food," he said as if it were not obvious. The gentle head bonk earned a soft smile as he tilted his head to bump their noses together. "You have to wait."

Oh I’ve had this blog for a year lmao

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

The words had Robert freezing in place.

Shirt bunched up in his hand, he was in the middle of searching for his jeans amongst the side of the bed. The curtains were still still drawn which prevented the early morning sun from warming the room — It also kept the room far too dim for Robert to find his things easily. All the skills that he had gathered from sneaking out of the homes of one night stands vanishing for some reason.

"It's, like, eight in the morning." It was a lot later then when he was used to Bruce getting up. (If the other man even went to bed before Robert was up and getting ready to leave). He straightened a tiny bit to consider Bruce for a second. "Are you saying that you're actually going to sleep in later?"

"Yes, but I am me. I'm not normal."

[ bullet ] sender takes a bullet for receiver / liam

"Shit!"

Ryder had flinched away from the loud bang. His ears ringing before he could even realize what was happening. Despite the temporary loss of his hearing, the panic was still very clearly there. Especially once he had noticed his brother's crumpled form just a couple of feet from him.

"Fuck, fuck-" The younger was quick to move toward Liam. There was a reason that Ryder was supposed to stay out of the more intense things on the supernatural side of Beacon Hills. He did not have the cushion of a healing factor or superhuman abilities. (Even though, at the moment, that was not helping his brother at the moment). Trying his best to duck away from the commotion and any possible further shots. "Are you bleeding out right now? What do I need to do?!"

even if you can’t make it perfect, you can make it better.

"You shouldn't be telling me shit like that."

Green hues flickered up from the canvas that he had been considering for a solid forty seconds. The whole idea of taking a couple hours in the afternoon to paint had been his — He had merely dragged Ely along for the ride. Because who could say no to having a little fun time painting? Even if Ryder's own canvas looked like something a middle schooler would have done in art class. (Which might have been the last time that he even had an art class, honestly).

"I think I'm going to ruin it if I try to add anything else."

[CLEAN]: sender affectionately wipes a smudge of sauce from the corner of the receiver's mouth, cupping their face in the process. / ew <3

Robert had to wonder if how he felt about Kurjak was the way that the neighbors, all his friends, felt about him. A sort of fond exasperation at just about everything that the other did and said — Maybe a bit too much worry for the other's wellbeing when you thought about the fact that they were a grown ass man. Robert would assume, though, that his feelings were more aligned with what one might feel when they took care of a slightly feral cat.

With the way that Kurjak wandered in and out of his life? The analogy seemed to fit perfectly.

Earlier that afternoon, the other's arrival was not all that surprising. (The surprising fact was that Kurjak was waiting outside instead of finding him already lounging on his living room couch). It developed into their usual nights together. Simply hanging out as Robert made dinner. Inevitably making more servings than usual for the sake of Kurjak since he knew that the other would be stealing food from his plate anyways.

"Hm?" Attention turned away from the television at the brush of fingers against his jaw. Eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he watched Kurjak for a long second as his thumb wiped at the corner of his mouth. And oh-

The sensation of his face being cupped, a slight move from what Kurjak had been doing, had him blinking dumbly for a second. First impulse was to merely lean into the touch. But, instead, he was pulling back and away as his expression scrunched up.

"What's gotten into you?"

people say i have an expressive face. / literally no one ever said this <3

Comment was enough to drag the man's attention from the project that he had been working on. Silence dragged out as Robert took his time eyeing the other like he needed to take him in. Consider something. As if he knew that what Kurjak had said was absolute bullshit — But, in all fairness, the exact comment and expression could have come from Robert and it would have been in character. Maybe that was why he felt so comfortable in staring Kurjak down.

"Oh, yeah? Did they tell you that you're pleasant to be around, too?" His tone made the words sound harsh but it was a rather gentle jab. Especially when he knew that Kurjak wouldn't be offended by it like most people who did not spend that much time around Robert. Attention turned back to the piece of wood in his hand, flicking his wrist to carve another line into it. "They were trying to get you to leave them alone."

beckon, sender beckons receiver closer with a finger. / i just think styg would feel like it's fun to be their weird cryptid self around robert (flirtatious) <3

"Jesus fucking christ-"

Robert could not help the way that he physically jerked away from the other. There was already a good couple of feet between them but the man was still trying to move back. More so because he was startled — Turning around from where he had been struggling to catch Betsy's wriggling body where she had gotten her harness tangled in some branches to find the other right there. And... Well. He shouldn't really be surprised by Styg sneaking up on him.

"Cut that out." Betsy was leaning forward in his grip to sniff at the newcomer. "You're being a fucking creep."

@thecoolminister: 

Joseph took a disinterested glance at the unnaturally long wasp curled up in the grass; dead, hence not a threat.

He rocked back and forth on his heels, hands clasped behind his back , as he hummed in response.

"Christie and Christian told me you're helping them with their little investigation." he added casually, eyes moving on Robert once his attention was back to the kids, "that you confirmed their theory about people in the neighborhood mysteriously abducted and replaced with clones, so I was wondering how one would recognize them.”

He gave a quick glance toward the insect as the twins poked at it again. It definitely looked freaky — Maybe even worse since it was dead. 

Sitting back on his heels, Robert turned his attention back to Joseph before raising an eyebrow. 

“Which one? They tell me about a lot of them.” Probably because, whether he was joking or not, he seemed to encourage the twins antics. The mention of the clone theory, though, earned a soft hum. That was one of the more recent ones. “Clones would have have a belly button. They’re identical to the original person, after all.”

"You don't look so good." - Angel, a new cryptid in town, meeting the local cryptid hunter

The shitty sleep schedule was bond to catch up with him at some point. Robert had been too old to begin with to be getting such little sleep. It was a miracle that he was able to function as much as he was -- Though, to be completely honest, quite a few people in his life would say that he wasn't able to function most of the time. He didn't take care of himself enough for their standards. (Which were actually pretty basic but Robert was too stubborn to admit that).

Maybe his sleep routine has been worse the past couple of nights than it usually was. The circles that were typically underneath his eyes were even more prominent than they usually were. It gave him the appearance of a raccoon more than anything else.

"Right back at ya," the man grumbled as he gave a small grimace. He tried to steady himself from the swaying motion. Part of him felt like he wasn't actually swaying but simply dizzy and unsteady instead. Dark eyes finally blinked back into focus to focus on the other with raised eyebrows. "I thought that I looked nice today."

“You look even more depressed and sad than I usually do.” / @hxllblazer​ ; sc. 

For a moment, Decker lost him. It’s an event with sculptures pieced together using scrap metal, a studio space opened up for the little gallery, and Kurjak wandered off the second he’d released Decker’s hand to look around. He’s gone among the pieces and the other patrons until, eventually, he returns and his left hand takes Decker’s right again, lacing their fingers together. See? He wasn’t lost forever. “This is nice.” / decker put a child leash on him please <3

Decker, somewhat surprisingly, had been enjoying himself. The sculptures were not something that catered to his interest but they were clearly interesting. Seeing the things that people could do with scrap metal and spare parts that they had found around. He knew that Kurjak was enjoying himself. Clearly.

The disappearance, though, did not earn any sort of reaction. It was something that he had been expecting as soon as they had stepped into the event. Kurjak was like a semi-stray cat in that sense. Wandering off as he pleased to explore or go about on his own before wandering right back to his favorite person. Or, in this case, his boyfriend. It helped that Decker could pick out the sound of Kurjak with ease -- The benefits of werewolf hearing, after all.

It was because of said hearing that he was expecting the other's approach. His head turned toward the sound of the other as the corner of his lips curled up into a soft smile. "Enjoying yourself?" As if it was not obvious. Decker gave a small squeeze to their joined hands even as his gaze remained on the sculptures. "Did you find any other interesting ones?"

pouty noise. :c

The noise was one that he had quickly grown familiar with.

If he were to look up from his task, he was sure that he would see the little pout and the furrow between the other man's eyebrows. A ridiculous look when you took in everything else about Kurjak -- From the dark clothing, to the tattoos and the bionic arm. The expression, and the noise, was the last thing that someone would expect to come from someone like that.

But Decker knew better. He had more than enough experiences with Kurjak's little noises and pouting to even be surprised at that point.

"No." Spoken as if he was trying to discipline a toddler and not a man in his thirties. The wolf carefully maneuvered around the other man without casting so much as a glance. He knew exactly what the pout on his boyfriend's face would look like. He didn't need to see it. "Can you check on Jasper? She's been quiet for, like, thirty minutes." Which was always suspicious especially when she should have been underfoot in the same way Kurjak was. Begging for food like she was tag-teaming the pouting and begging with the blonde. "Please."