01- Speed dating The first thing he found off was waking up in a new world, a world without Millenion, a world where he was free to just be Brandon Heat again. Just someone from Desolation Alley, not the star sweeper of the biggest family around. That had been nice, but when he found himself in his black suit sitting at a table with a cue card in front of him all he could do at first was blink.
He was no good at anything social. Sure he warmed up to people pretty easy but this... this was off. Instead of reading the card, he turned it towards whoever sat down. His neat writing filling in the blanks.
Hello, my name is Brandon, my favorite food is gas station hot dogs, what is yours?
Yes, this would do. He wasn't mute, he just didn't actually speak a lot unless forced, and without Thea or the others around he didn't feel like sharing his new found social skills yet.
03- Door to Door hitman, y/n?
Walking silently through the Dualis Central Hub, Brandon sighed a little as he typed in his skills, of course leaving off assassin and such. Even adding his old jobs from Medietas. No matter how bad he was at the fabric shop it had paid his bills after all.
Looking over the options he had to look away a moment and rub his eyes some, they were burning again. He hated how often this happened now of days when he tried to read smaller things. He had a feeling glasses were in his future but he was being stubborn for the time being. Backing out of the options he sighed and returned his hands to his pockets. Nothing had caught his eye yet so he moved to walk from one of the machines as if to leave.
Brandon Heat | Gungrave
The first thing he found off was waking up in a new world, a world without Millenion, a world where he was free to just be Brandon Heat again. Just someone from Desolation Alley, not the star sweeper of the biggest family around. That had been nice, but when he found himself in his black suit sitting at a table with a cue card in front of him all he could do at first was blink.
He was no good at anything social. Sure he warmed up to people pretty easy but this... this was off. Instead of reading the card, he turned it towards whoever sat down. His neat writing filling in the blanks.
Hello, my name is Brandon, my favorite food is gas station hot dogs, what is yours?
Yes, this would do. He wasn't mute, he just didn't actually speak a lot unless forced, and without Thea or the others around he didn't feel like sharing his new found social skills yet.
03- Door to Door hitman, y/n?
Walking silently through the Dualis Central Hub, Brandon sighed a little as he typed in his skills, of course leaving off assassin and such. Even adding his old jobs from Medietas. No matter how bad he was at the fabric shop it had paid his bills after all.
Looking over the options he had to look away a moment and rub his eyes some, they were burning again. He hated how often this happened now of days when he tried to read smaller things. He had a feeling glasses were in his future but he was being stubborn for the time being. Backing out of the options he sighed and returned his hands to his pockets. Nothing had caught his eye yet so he moved to walk from one of the machines as if to leave.