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zenigatcha:

Uh… Hello, I’m Inspector Koichi Zenigata of the International Criminal Police Organization, and I ain’t got time to chit chat, I’m here to look for that damn monkey-lookin’ thief, Lupin the Third! He isn’t just some second rate crook either, he’s the craftiest son of a bitch this world’s ever seen, and I’m gonna be the one to bring him into custody! Just you wait, one day he’s gonna find himself sitting in a jail cell with a pretty pair of hand cuffs and a nice set of striped pajamas!
DO YOU HEAR THAT LUPIN?! YOU BETTER ENJOY YOUR LAST DAYS OF FREEDOM BEFORE I GET MY HANDS ON YOU!!((Aaaah my first character ask blog that isn’t an OC…!! I hope I do good! ANyways, hello! This is an rp/art blog that centers around zenigata! I have info in his bio page for anyone curious about rping, and also the character…! http://zenigatcha.tumblr.com/behindtheinspector !!!So um… Yeah!! hi!))

psst i made a zenigata blogits for rp and art
this tumblr isn’t restricted by one universe so i can rp with errybody
yeeeee ))

One more time cause))

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Oswald wakes up the next morning in bed with Acel and, having forgotten what he was thinking the night before, quickly looked under the covers to make sure he was dressed. Having seen his pajamas let out a small sigh of relief before looking to Acel and gently cupping the Heavy's face in his hands. "Acel...! It's time to get up...!"


holdtightheavy:

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holdtightheavy:

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Hmmm? *Acel yawns and stretches before opening his eyes, quite comfortable thank you very much. Then he blinks sleepily at Oswald.* Get up…? When did you get here?

*While Oswald pets his face, Acel idly attempts to tease the other man’s hair up into something like its usual do.* No one is going to kill anyone just to be able to heal me, do not be silly. Unless the people killed are on the other team, that of course happens all the time.

*He gives up on the hair and goes back to sipping his tea and biting into slightly stale muffin.* Likewise.

"I wish my troop had a heavy, I think they’re more fit for the battlegrounds! I mean, my soldier is really good and so is my pyro, but I’ve always wondered wot it would be like to dominate others with a heavy! I bet it’s right lovely!"

Pft, offensive classes, *Acel scoffs, though he doesn’t really mean it.* The rest of us ought to stick together. I have not worked with many Medics though, just one really and he was more of a battle Medic…

"Really? Then I personally promise you a lovely work experience! However, until then…"

Oswald curled up with Acel, hands wrapped around the larger man’s waist as he snuggled closer. He didn’t mind being so close to other, he enjoyed the Heavy’s company and it was nice to have as warm body to snuggle up to. “…I think we should relax…”

a lot of the time I wish I didn’t break up with my ex

He was racist, sexist, and lied a lot but… At least he was somebody here. Somebody I could say I had rather than be alone.

He’s happier than I am I bet, and here I am alone an depressed every day.

Ehh))


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Oswald wakes up the next morning in bed with Acel and, having forgotten what he was thinking the night before, quickly looked under the covers to make sure he was dressed. Having seen his pajamas let out a small sigh of relief before looking to Acel and gently cupping the Heavy's face in his hands. "Acel...! It's time to get up...!"


holdtightheavy:

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holdtightheavy:

Hmmm? *Acel yawns and stretches before opening his eyes, quite comfortable thank you very much. Then he blinks sleepily at Oswald.* Get up…? When did you get here?

"It’s the thought that counts! Besides, I bet you’ll look so handsome in one." He cooed, petting his scruffy face with another nasally giggle. "All the medics will be fighting each other just to get the chance to heal you! Oh goodness, they may even try to kill me just to get to you!"

Oswald frowned a bit. “That fantasy grew morbid rather quickly… Well, anywho, I am just so happy to have you on my team!”

*While Oswald pets his face, Acel idly attempts to tease the other man’s hair up into something like its usual do.* No one is going to kill anyone just to be able to heal me, do not be silly. Unless the people killed are on the other team, that of course happens all the time.

*He gives up on the hair and goes back to sipping his tea and biting into slightly stale muffin.* Likewise.

"I wish my troop had a heavy, I think they’re more fit for the battlegrounds! I mean, my soldier is really good and so is my pyro, but I’ve always wondered wot it would be like to dominate others with a heavy! I bet it’s right lovely!"


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Oswald wakes up the next morning in bed with Acel and, having forgotten what he was thinking the night before, quickly looked under the covers to make sure he was dressed. Having seen his pajamas let out a small sigh of relief before looking to Acel and gently cupping the Heavy's face in his hands. "Acel...! It's time to get up...!"


holdtightheavy:

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holdtightheavy:

Hmmm? *Acel yawns and stretches before opening his eyes, quite comfortable thank you very much. Then he blinks sleepily at Oswald.* Get up…? When did you get here?

"Oh wonderful…! We can be a match made in heaven! Violent, murder, bloody heaven but heaven none-the-less!" Oswald replied happily, a nasally giggle leaving his boney frame as his hair was ruffled by a large hand. He reaches up to cup Acel’s face once more, squishing his cheeks together as revenge for messing up his already messy do. 


"Do you think I could put you in a bowtie? Just once! That would be pretty ‘cool’ right? We could be… The bow tie bandits! Only we kill people instead of… carry out criminal activities with bow ties."

Ha, the competition will not stand a chance. *And an undignified fish face occurs. This fish is scruffy looking and will need to shave at some point.*

A bowtie? During battle? *Acel ponders this for a moment.* Sure? I guess most people would not be seeing it for very long.

"It’s the thought that counts! Besides, I bet you’ll look so handsome in one." He cooed, petting his scruffy face with another nasally giggle. "All the medics will be fighting each other just to get the chance to heal you! Oh goodness, they may even try to kill me just to get to you!"

Oswald frowned a bit. “That fantasy grew morbid rather quickly… Well, anywho, I am just so happy to have you on my team!”


spycrabbypatty
Karka, complete with tiny flower crown, had a big flower crown made from dandelions for the man.


Oswald had been tending to his garden with his little pet snail when the tiny crab came along, perking up at seeing his little crustacean pal. At the sight of the tiny crab wearing his flower crown and offering one made by himself, Oswald gushed.

"Karka…! Oh wot’s that..? For me? Oh you’re so endearing!" Oswald cooed, plucking up the little crab and setting him in his lap.


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Oswald wakes up the next morning in bed with Acel and, having forgotten what he was thinking the night before, quickly looked under the covers to make sure he was dressed. Having seen his pajamas let out a small sigh of relief before looking to Acel and gently cupping the Heavy's face in his hands. "Acel...! It's time to get up...!"


holdtightheavy:

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holdtightheavy:

Hmmm? *Acel yawns and stretches before opening his eyes, quite comfortable thank you very much. Then he blinks sleepily at Oswald.* Get up…? When did you get here?

"Oh Acel that’s wonderful!"


Oswald quickly latched onto the man, hugging the heavy happily though his arms didn’t fully reach around him. He gave a weak squeeze. “Now you’ll get to work with us in battle! I’m so happy for you! Oh I promise I’ll heal you as much as I can on the field, I run very fast!”

Thanks! *Acel hugs him back, careful not to squish him. He also ruffles the Medic’s hair, because Oswald is so skinny it does not take a whole two arms to hug him back.* I do not run very fast, so it will be easy for you to catch me. 

*His hugging arm is the one holding his tea, but luckily he has managed not to spill so far.*

"Oh wonderful…! We can be a match made in heaven! Violent, murder, bloody heaven but heaven none-the-less!" Oswald replied happily, a nasally giggle leaving his boney frame as his hair was ruffled by a large hand. He reaches up to cup Acel’s face once more, squishing his cheeks together as revenge for messing up his already messy do. 

"Do you think I could put you in a bowtie? Just once! That would be pretty ‘cool’ right? We could be… The bow tie bandits! Only we kill people instead of… carry out criminal activities with bow ties."

zenigatcha:

Uh… Hello, I’m Inspector Koichi Zenigata of the International Criminal Police Organization, and I ain’t got time to chit chat, I’m here to look for that damn monkey-lookin’ thief, Lupin the Third! He isn’t just some second rate crook either, he’s the craftiest son of a bitch this world’s ever seen, and I’m gonna be the one to bring him into custody! Just you wait, one day he’s gonna find himself sitting in a jail cell with a pretty pair of hand cuffs and a nice set of striped pajamas!
DO YOU HEAR THAT LUPIN?! YOU BETTER ENJOY YOUR LAST DAYS OF FREEDOM BEFORE I GET MY HANDS ON YOU!!((Aaaah my first character ask blog that isn’t an OC…!! I hope I do good! ANyways, hello! This is an rp/art blog that centers around zenigata! I have info in his bio page for anyone curious about rping, and also the character…! http://zenigatcha.tumblr.com/behindtheinspector !!!So um… Yeah!! hi!))

psst i made a zenigata blogits for rp and art
this tumblr isn’t restricted by one universe so i can rp with errybody
yeeeee ))

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Oswald wakes up the next morning in bed with Acel and, having forgotten what he was thinking the night before, quickly looked under the covers to make sure he was dressed. Having seen his pajamas let out a small sigh of relief before looking to Acel and gently cupping the Heavy's face in his hands. "Acel...! It's time to get up...!"


holdtightheavy:

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holdtightheavy:

Hmmm? *Acel yawns and stretches before opening his eyes, quite comfortable thank you very much. Then he blinks sleepily at Oswald.* Get up…? When did you get here?

"Oh bother, how unfortunate, I bet you would have been a very good cook. Ladies love that sort of thing, at least I do anyways considering I can only make cereal… Thank goodness I’m a doctor, that’s easy!" He chirped, taking another sip of his tea before moving behind the heavy and setting it on the tray. He took a moment to admire the other’s room, crossing his legs beneath the blankets. 


"I’ve been meaning to ask you ever since I respawned, Acel. Did you ever get that check up after you materialized where I was standing?" He asked curiously, looking up to the other.

Well, I do okay with soups and accompanying sandwiches. I will make you soup for lunch, it is only fair since you got breakfast.

Oh, uh. *A look of chagrin passes over the big man’s face.* Yes, and sorry about accidentally crushing you to death. I did pass a physical after that and get cleared for battles.

"Oh Acel that’s wonderful!"

Oswald quickly latched onto the man, hugging the heavy happily though his arms didn’t fully reach around him. He gave a weak squeeze. “Now you’ll get to work with us in battle! I’m so happy for you! Oh I promise I’ll heal you as much as I can on the field, I run very fast!”


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Oswald wakes up the next morning in bed with Acel and, having forgotten what he was thinking the night before, quickly looked under the covers to make sure he was dressed. Having seen his pajamas let out a small sigh of relief before looking to Acel and gently cupping the Heavy's face in his hands. "Acel...! It's time to get up...!"


holdtightheavy:

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holdtightheavy:

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holdtightheavy:

Hmmm? *Acel yawns and stretches before opening his eyes, quite comfortable thank you very much. Then he blinks sleepily at Oswald.* Get up…? When did you get here?

Oswald returns after having clumsily and hastily made some sort on concoction that deserved the title of breakfast; some refrigerate muffins saved from his parents visit, burnt toast, and unmarked bottles of jam. Well, at least he hoped they were jam. On the bright side, however, his tea was more than sufficient to make up for the subpar meal he was bringing to Acel’s room. 


"I hope you like cold, American muffins and tea! I wish we were given more, fresh goods to bake with… All I have in the kitchen are left overs.." The medic hummed sadly, setting the tray on the nearby nightstand before sitting on the bed.

As long as the tea is not cold, *Acel replies with an amiable if still slightly drowsy grin. He reaches for a cup, and a muffin. Right now he’s just hungry enough that it doesn’t really matter what it tastes like.* I am not really good at breakfasts myself, unless you like chilled fruit soups. Strawberry, raspberry. Other than that, I can make pancakes that are only sort of burnt.

"Only sort of burnt pancakes? I think those would go absolutely wonderfully with my overly goopy, bland oatmeal!" Oswald laughed, taking a cup for himself and sipping at it softly. "But you’ll be happy to know my mother baked the muffins! I don’t exactly have her skills in the kitchen, I think she just passed down her mole to me." 

He crawled over the other again, holding the teacup high and making sure none of it spilled on the bed, before returning to his spot where he had been cuddled up next to the larger mercenary.

*The Heavy takes a big gulp of his own tea, appreciating how it’s piping hot but just shy of hot enough to burn the inside of his mouth. He sighs contentedly.*

Oh? My mother baked too. She never tried to teach me, I think that after she taught me needlepoint when I was very small she decided that was enough. Had I been a girl though… *The sentence trails off into a chuckle.*

"Oh bother, how unfortunate, I bet you would have been a very good cook. Ladies love that sort of thing, at least I do anyways considering I can only make cereal… Thank goodness I’m a doctor, that’s easy!" He chirped, taking another sip of his tea before moving behind the heavy and setting it on the tray. He took a moment to admire the other’s room, crossing his legs beneath the blankets. 

"I’ve been meaning to ask you ever since I respawned, Acel. Did you ever get that check up after you materialized where I was standing?" He asked curiously, looking up to the other.