Dylan in reading glasses~
“Okay let me see. This isn't right...why do I even bother with this?”
The bluenette leaned up against the counter, a clipboard in hand and lire glasses on. He made a few grunting noises of disapproval, the pencil twirling between his teeth. His eyes scanned over the charts and half-assed explenations written down before he set it aside.
“Well that was a waste of time.”
He pulled off the glasses and rubbed his eyes tiredly. He heard a small noise and walked out of the room, down the hall, and into a different room. He walked to the lit de bébé and looked inside. The small blue haired kitten was asleep. He smiled and walked back out of the room. It was one of his few days off so he had insisted on his wife taking a rest from being in the house for the day. She would be gone till past midnight, he knew that. But he didn't care; it just meant a better surprise for when she woke him up later. A small vibration in his pocket brought his mind back to earth.
“Spade here.”
“I l’amour toi Spade~,” was the reply.
“Suck on it Jackson!”
He heard a laugh from the other side, a grudging smile gracing his lips.
“I heard toi got the jour off, sly dog.”
“Don't insult me.”
“Uh cat. Sorry. So what are toi up to?”
“Went over the reports toi sent. toi couldn't come up with anything better?”
“It's so hard working without you, Spadey~.”
“True but I needed this break.”
“You could have asked me to rejoindre you.”
“You're who I need a break from!!”
He heard a dramatic gasp and then sputtering before a thump sounded. He waited a minute before giving a reply.
“Hey, toi still dead?”
“....maybe.”
“Oh well then I'll need a new partner.”
There was a loud scramble and the sound of someone running into too many things.
“It's a miracle! I'm alive!!!”
He laughed despite himself.
“Good. Now how about coming for dinner? I don't want to eat alone.”
“My good sir I shall arrive after the sun sets in the distant horizon!”
“...okay. Bring dessert so I don't have to make it.”
“Aye aye, sir!”
“Okay. Later babe,” Dylan teased.
“See ya soon, cutie.”
Jackson, if you forgot~
Reyna
Swordsss!
Alias:Avenue
Powers/skills: -No powers.....but, he is swordsman and a expert marksman.
-Field tactics
-Hand to hand combat
-Can make bombs and explosives
Past: Chris was donné up for adoption when he was born, his parents failed to tell their later on kids that had on older sibling. Upon returning later on around the age of 21, he realized both his parents had passed. But had two remaining siblings, Brendan and Crystal.
Others: -Musically inclined!
-A lot plus social than Fang. He's a social butterfly!
-Picks on Fang plus than Crystal.
Christopherrr~
Dante.
