Wwyd promt A (Markus) - You've noticed your Mailman recently. The tallish, well built man who wore his usual blue uniform. Adorning a mailbox head, you found that quite silly. You've noticed his anxious demeanor as well, how he often constantly looks over his shoulder as he delivers packages. As if he seemed almost.. paranoid about something. Or someone. One day you decide to try and strike up a conversation with him, opening your door, planning to 'just go on a walk' and coincidentally meeting him just as hes putting your package down. He freezes in place, hand knelt down and staring at you anxiously. Upon seeing him closer, you can see some bandages on his fingers and neck. He looks more paranoid than usual

Wwyd prompt B (Viktor) - It's a very cold winter day. Snow is falling down, coating the floor in white powder. You're in your house, most lights off, the only source that doesnt make the house completely covered with dark was your Fireplace. That you sat in front of, a blanket covering you, while sipping hot chocolate. The warm flames gently warming your cheeks. It was a peaceful night. Until you began to hear the sound of a door handle jingling, and then unlocking. You stop breathing in order to hear better, and you hear the door slowly creak open. Grabbing something that could be used as a weapon(fork, bat, etc) you tiptoe over to the sound of the intruder. Only to find a smallish, about 5'6 or 5'7 man, rummaging through your pantry. He only wore some shorts and a t-shirt, if he came from outside, he was probably freezing cold.

Wwyd prompt C (Kake) - You were coming home from a long day, and wanting to get your chores out of the way. You began to do then as soon as you got home, just so you could relax more. As you start picking up the trash, being old, probably rotten meat, probably some old Candy from halloween. Or really just anything that needed to be trashed, you bag it up and bring it outside. Throwing it into the trashcan. You turn around and immediately hear rustling, so you froze a little. Immediately thinking that there was a raccoon, or some other rodent, you groaned, peeking in and seeing. A man. What was even weirder, was the man was digging into your trash, and eating the rotten items you had thrown away.

Uhh I think this is all fn I cant think of anything else Dont chain Dont comment if its gonna be a joke Can be on a priv anim if wished, I dont mind Please at least have some skill, I dont HAVE to reply to you if I dont want to.

If u want to do more than one prompt then you can Rp 1 reply __________ (seperation) Rp 2 reply

Cause ur gayy

MY HUSBAND💜💜💜AHm damn who said that yeah that's so him its canon The mailbox headed man stared silently for a moment before clearing his throat, "er.. hi-" he gently spoke. His voice had a soft, shy tone to it. He scrambled to get up, arms to his side in a respectful manner.

:3 Markus hesitantly took Nate's hand, shaking it politely, "aha.. yeah.. m-mailing accident.." he softly repeated, chuckling nervously, his other hand picking at the bandages that covered his neck area. "Its uhm.. a pleasure to meet you Nate." He mumbled, glancing behind himself, "I'm- im Markus."

Markus winced softly, gently rubbing his own hand. If the man had a face right now hed be smiling awkwardly. "All is forgiven.." he continued to speak gently, glancing behind himself once again. It's something hed always do, yet he never seemed relieved to find nothing. He fidgeted with his fingers, looking down at the floor. "Um.. do you.. work out often?" He questioned, hoping that would continue the conversation, he hated awkward silence

Markus chuckled softly, liking how excited the other man was when talking about things he enjoyed. He often found these kinds of people endearing, and always made him 'smile'. "Oh- uhm.." he thought for a moment, "working out? I mean.. occasionally.. sometimes it's a bit too crowded at the gym so.. I do it at home," he said simply

He's so ****ing. Breathes heavily.) He'd tilt his head slightly, "do your.. roommate's not like having people over?" He asked innocently, seeming to get more comfortable standing there with nate the more they interacted. "I-if its.. no problem I wouldn't mind if- you came over to.. my place and uhm.." he got more quieter as he spoke, anxiously offering. It would be nice to have some company, so he didn't have to be so paranoid, home alone. At least for a little.

I'm morosexual, I'm attracted to idiots and idiots exclusively /ref)) "Y-Yeah!" He sighed, kinda relieved, "I uhm.. have a few more houses to uh.. deliver to then I'll be free for the rest of the day-" he rubbed his neck awkwardly while he spoke, "if you wanna.. uhm.. y-yaknow-" man he really didn't get out often did he. What a loser

They're both so socially awkward oh my GODDD I L0VE THEM❗️💥❗️💥❗️💥❗️❗️💥❗️💥❗️💥💜💥❗️💤❗️💜💥❗️🤝😊💜💜😱😊🪞👁🥰😭

"Sounds like a plan then," he hummed, beginning to walk off. Waving goodbye to go continue his rounds. He both hated and loved this job

Doth thou do a time skip or nawh

Yes please:3

FRIENDSHIP MEETING HELP)) Markus would soon arrive, it took him a bit longer than expected, as he had to go home and change out of his work attire. He was now wearing some blue jeans with a lightly colored blue shirt, the bandages a little more visible with the shorter sleeves. He also.. mightve gotten a bit lost. He approached the door of the Cafe anxiously, opening the door and scanning the area for nate, relieved to see that he was already there, walking towards him while waving

I love how awkward they are it. Makes me smile)) He sat down with a small grunt, "Oh uh.. sure, you can call me Mark, I don't mind," he chuckled softly, glancing out the window.

They should experience horrors no man should ever experience .. and also smooch /ref /hj)) He mentally thanked Nate for offering to order for him, he absolutely hated ordering his food, always feeling the need to rush to get it done, to not waste anyone's time. He thought for a second, glancing out the window again, "uhm.. anything with chocolate- or strawberries.. I like both of those things.." (strawberry jam donut with a chocolate glaze, instant head from him /j) he mumbled while fidgeting with his hands under the table

Me when the serial killer that stalks markus is particularly fond of TV heads: )) ITS NOT WRONG)) Markus watched as Nate ordered them their snacks? I wouldn't really call Cafe food a meal. But nevertheless, markus was enfacuated with this nate fellow. Finding his confidence and overall demeanor lovely. He continued to glance out the window, watching as pedestrians walk by. Relaxing a little while he did

RUBBING HANDS TOGETHER LIKE AN EVIL LITTLE FLY...)) :3)) Markus swayed gently in his seat, "Oh! I love apple juice- thank you so much-" his voice raised a little, which for.. Markus this is new. He never raises his voice above a whisper, he was happy and excited for Apple juice. It wasnt his favorite drink, but it was very hydrating and he loved drinking it after a long days work. Then it kinda hit him, he's gotta eat in public. He slinked down into his seat as this realization came over him, always being anxious about eating in public places(me too, me too)

They haven't interacted for long and I've already got angst ideas I'm so evil)) "Ah uhm.. yeah-" he rubbed his neck awkwardly, "I'm alright.." he cleared his throat, adjusting himself in his seat. He then flicked the flag(little red thing) down, which opened the door hatch thing. It was completely dark inside, aside from two anxious, tired looking dots. Which seemed to be his 'eyes'. He carefully took the donut and broke off a piece, putting it into the void that was the inner part of his mailbox head. It was very delicious

The small dots blinked at him, glancing around every now and again. He nervously continued to break off pieces of the donut and throw them into the void of his 'mouth'

Markus seemed a little relieved that he wasn't weirded out, replying with a shrug, throwing another broken off piece into his mouth. "I dont really know how it works.." he replied with a small chuckle, glancing out the window a couple times

He stammered, shocked as hell about the question, "uh.. well- th- um- itd-" he giggled a little, leaning forward a tad, "I'd just be like putting your hand in my mouth." His eyes made a little '^^' shape, as if he were squinting while smiling. "Or at least.. that's what I think would happen-"

He giggled a bit more, this was a little amusing to him. "Don't apologize- it was a bit funny hehe.." he hummed as he threw the last few pieces into his.. mouth

Really shouldnt have giggled at this I'm so mature I promise Go ahead just type a reply lol

Ooo hes adorable!

The most mature 17yo on this site I can assure you (I will laugh if you say anything that can be taken in aremotely sexual way)

HELP??)) Viktor jumped, turning his head towards the other. His eyes glowed softly, illuminating his facial features. He stared wide eyed at Jazz, a loaf of bread in his hands

As Jazz approached the man, Viktor took a few steps back, his animal like legs becoming more visible now, his tail tucked between his legs. He let out a small, low growl. He was a bit cold, not like he could feel it anyway, being part hellhound and all. Still probably wasnt good for him though..

Viktor seemed to tense up at the touch, clutching the bag of bread close. "Mmm..." he growled, "alright..." his voice was deep and a little hoarse. He seemed a little reluctant, and weary of the other

He gently Huffed, following the other man to the living room. With the new light of the fire, Viktor could be seen much better now. His hair was short and fluffy, he had pointed ears and sharp teeth/fangs. The lower half of him, from the waist down, were dog-like. And very fluffy.

Viktor squinted at the other, growling and mumbling quietly while reluctantly handing the bread over, then going to sit by the fire, huffing as he sat.

Viktor gently took the cup in his hands, sniffing the liquid inside it. Whether it was because he was curious, or wanted to make sure it wasnt poisoned, hed never tell. He put the cup to his lips, slowly sipping it

Viktor nodded gently, "warm.." he muttered, continuing to sip the Hot chocolate. Not really bothered by how hot it was on his tongue. He was used to heat, it didnt have much of an effect on him

Viktor ignored the first question, looking at the floor. He cleared his throat before he spoke, "Viktor." He said gently, seeming more relaxed now. Not being fully trusting, but not fully weary either

Viktor remained quiet for a moment. Staring into the fire while he pondered his next move. "Um..." he hesitated, "I was hungry.." he spoke barely above a whisper, "and I thought the house was empty.. since all the lights were off.."

"Sorry.." he mumbled, his ears drooping slightly, sipping the cocoa again

"No its.. uhm.. alright," he cleared his throat, "I've done this before.. a lot actually." He sipped the cocoa again, sighing. "I dont usually.. meet the owners of the house.. just break in, steal food, and leave.."

Viktor perks up a little, looking at Jazz with a soft gaze. His lips threatening to form a smile, "really? You mean it?" He spoke hopefully

The small puffball of a tail began to sway, he thought for a moment before nodding. "If uh.. if that's alright then- I'd love to!"

Viktor finished the rest of the now warm chocolate, handing Jazz the cup with a small nod, standing up.

"Yeah.." he admits awkwardly, "been homeless for awhile now aha.." he followed while rubbing the back of his neck

"Oh!" He coughed, "uh.. its um.. alright-" he cleared his throat, taking a couple steps back, chuckling quietly

"Sorry sorryyy-" he couldn't help but giggle a little more, "it was a little unexpected, and.. maybe a little funny.."

He laughed lightly, racing up the stairs, even though he had not a clue where his room was. The challenge was accepted

Homeless hellhound no longer homeless big w)) "I didn't know where my room was so that's a little unfair-" he chuckled, as he walked into the room, smiling gently.

Viktor sighed, walking over and sitting at the edge of the bed. "Thanks again it.. it really means a lot.."

He hummed lightly, nodding with agreement

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