[ he's not exactly one to volunteer his time in the service of others. it's not that he's an asshole, he's just not what one might call a "people person."
well, actually, he is kind of an asshole, but let's just move on.
every week he drives past parks like these, and every week he has to stop himself from pulling over right then and there to pick up the trash that careless people have left behind. clutter has always annoyed the absolute shit out of him for some reason. it's not a bad thing to prefer things to be tidy and organized, of course, but this is on another level entirely. it's less a quirk and more a legitimate neurosis—the kind so strong and ever-present that it actually pulls him out of his tiny apartment and into the community at large. because there's shit to clean up.
there's always shit to clean up.
he's got one of those sticks used to stab trash, which is awesome because it means he doesn't have to touch anything. he also kind of likes stabbing things. it's therapeutic.
maybe you dropped something. maybe it was an accident, or maybe you're a monster who litters on purpose. maybe you just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, next to the wrong piece of garbage. either way, he stabs it irritably, giving whoever's nearby A Look—a full-on death glare if they're not also volunteering.
after all, if you're not part of the solution, you're part of the problem. ]
IV
[ St. Patrick's day is annoying. people dress obnoxiously during the day and then go get completely wasted at night. then they stumble around on the streets loudly and sometimes throw up on each other. it's just a shitty holiday in general, and it always leaves a mess.
regretfully, he doesn't realize until he's already out for the day that he isn't wearing green. he would have if he'd remembered, but not because he's festive in any way. it would only be so people don't come after him with this pinching business.
he's walking a dog—an elderly Shih Tzu with a sparkly pink collar who clearly belongs to someone else—which is a dangerous thing to be doing on a day like today when you're not wearing green. anyone who comes too close or approaches too quickly will be stared down (and sniffed by the dog). ]
Don't even think about it.
[ it might be a little more intimidating if he wasn't just over five feet tall and accompanied by an old lady's lapdog. ]
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the only thing i'm confused about is how to remove myself from this goddamn mailing list. if you can't help with that, fuck off.
levi | attack on titan
[ he's not exactly one to volunteer his time in the service of others. it's not that he's an asshole, he's just not what one might call a "people person."
well, actually, he is kind of an asshole, but let's just move on.
every week he drives past parks like these, and every week he has to stop himself from pulling over right then and there to pick up the trash that careless people have left behind. clutter has always annoyed the absolute shit out of him for some reason. it's not a bad thing to prefer things to be tidy and organized, of course, but this is on another level entirely. it's less a quirk and more a legitimate neurosis—the kind so strong and ever-present that it actually pulls him out of his tiny apartment and into the community at large. because there's shit to clean up.
there's always shit to clean up.
he's got one of those sticks used to stab trash, which is awesome because it means he doesn't have to touch anything. he also kind of likes stabbing things. it's therapeutic.
maybe you dropped something. maybe it was an accident, or maybe you're a monster who litters on purpose. maybe you just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, next to the wrong piece of garbage. either way, he stabs it irritably, giving whoever's nearby A Look—a full-on death glare if they're not also volunteering.
after all, if you're not part of the solution, you're part of the problem. ]
IV
[ St. Patrick's day is annoying. people dress obnoxiously during the day and then go get completely wasted at night. then they stumble around on the streets loudly and sometimes throw up on each other. it's just a shitty holiday in general, and it always leaves a mess.
regretfully, he doesn't realize until he's already out for the day that he isn't wearing green. he would have if he'd remembered, but not because he's festive in any way. it would only be so people don't come after him with this pinching business.
he's walking a dog—an elderly Shih Tzu with a sparkly pink collar who clearly belongs to someone else—which is a dangerous thing to be doing on a day like today when you're not wearing green. anyone who comes too close or approaches too quickly will be stared down (and sniffed by the dog). ]
Don't even think about it.
[ it might be a little more intimidating if he wasn't just over five feet tall and accompanied by an old lady's lapdog. ]
bonus
the only thing i'm confused about is how to remove myself from this goddamn mailing list. if you can't help with that, fuck off.
[ yikes. ]
wildcard
[ hit me with whatever! workshop is here and I'm over at