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Konstantin nodded, listening, as she mentioned Brian and what he had told her. He vaguely remembered her mentioning having a lot of brothers last night when they had been so drunk, so he just assumed Brian was one of said brothers.

He watched her go to her closet, awaiting her response, and was pleasantly surprised when she didn’t ask him to leave. Though he flushed when she mentioned a shower, and he did even moreso when she had accidentally made it sound like an invitation to join her.

“U-Uh..” he mumbled to himself, blushing furiously and suddenly focusing all his attention on his feet. “Nyet. Knew vhat you meant…” he said slowly, unable to look at her. God, he was getting so easily flustered over this…

“Da, vould like dat. For you to cook, I mean. Am hungry now dat I tink about it.” he chuckled a little, finally raising his gaze a bit to meet her eyes and smile sheepishly at her. “Vill go shower too and meet you back here,” he said, turning and heading out the door and back to his room.

Zamira quirked an eyebrow at his blushing, rather confused and slightly curious. Was what she said really that suggestive…? Or maybe she said/did something and didn’t realize how it seemed to him… After all, she wasn’t a guy, she didn’t know how they thought.

“Ye’re strange, darlin’… Dunno why somethin’ like that would make ya blush…” she muttered to herself, shaking her head. She chuckled slightly, though, rather amused by the fact he was flustered. It was kinda cute… Yeah, not going there right now. The situation was bad enough as it was, was it not? Yes, yes it was.

“Meet me at the kitchen!” she said, peaking her head out of the door and shouting down the hall. That probably got them a couple looks from anyone who saw, but quite frankly she didn’t care enough to notice. She needed a shower, and she needed a relaxing session of cooking afterwards…

“Hope he heard…” she muttered, shutting the door. She rested her forehead on it, sighing before pushing herself off and heading to the bathroom connected to her room. It was only after she quickly undressed that she looked at her reflection in the mirror, eyes clouding over with sadness as she saw her scars.

Tearing her eyes from the mirror, Zamira hopped into the shower. She wasn’t going to let them get to her today.

Konstantin vaguely heard Zamira call out something as he ventured down the hall to his room, but wasn’t sure what she had said. It probably wasn’t all that important, so he could just ask her later when he came back to her room.

Entering his own room, he undressed and headed for the bathroom connected to his room. He turned on the showerhead and once it was the right temperature, stepped inside, enjoying the feel of the warm water. It was relaxing and was beginning to soothe his aching head. He then bathed relatively quickly, wanting to get back in Zamira’s company soon, and stepped back out, shutting the water off. He grabbed a towel and dried off, brushed his teeth, and then moved back into his bedroom to put on a fresh uniform.

Once satisfied with his appearance, he headed back out the door and down the hallway to Zamira’s room. “Zamira,” he called out, opening her door once he arrived.

“……………О горячий проклятый…”

((OOC: roughly translated: “Oh hot damn…”))

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He heaved a frustrated sigh upon her response, fingers going to his temples again. Never again…He didn’t drink much anyway, but after this he was considering swearing off the stuff for good. It just wasn’t worth this…

“Vell, dat ees…disappointing to hear,” he said, walking over to the window to close the curtain. That acursed sunlight was not helping things.

Though, in retrospect, this wasn’t all bad. He had woken up next to his crush and was now getting to spend a little time with her, something he always enjoyed. He chuckled a bit at the thought of more sleep, though. Hadn’t they just woken up? It seemed a little funny to go back to sleep, but he trusted Zamira’s advice.

“So, uh.. Guess should leave so you can get rest now, da?” he asked a little reluctantly, wanting to stay in her company a little longer. “…Or you vant me to stay?”

“Sorry, honey,” Zamira muttered, watching him close the curtain, chewing her lip, “Ya can always try drinkin’ a ton o’ coffee ‘r somethin’… Brian always jus’ told people t’ sleep all day if they were gonna have a real bad hangover,” she shrugged slightly, that apologetic smile back on her face. She couldn’t remember ever telling Konstantin about Brian, but she assumed he’d figure that the man was her brother. If not, oh well.

She sighed, heading over to her closet and rummaging through it. She planned on taking a shower, then changing. She felt… Dirty. The feeling after being drugged, then getting drunk, then waking up next to a guy… Urgh. She needed to cleanse herself, even if it was just the outside.

Listening to Konstantin she paused, tapping her fingers on the wall. She wasn’t about to get rest any time soon; she grew up learning that it was bad if the sun rose before you. But, did she want him to stay…?

Yes, and no.

“Well, ya dun gotta leave. Like I said, ya dun have t’ sleep if ya dun wanna. Bu’… Ah’m gonna take a shower, then prob’ly make somethin’ t’ eat. Ye’re welcome t’ come along…” she trailed off, brow furrowing. That came out wrong, “I-I mean… Bah. Ah’d think ya know what I meant,” she threw free hand in the air, obviously frustrated with herself.

“Ya gonna sleep, ‘r do ya want me t’ make ya somethin’ when I make my way over t’ the kitchen?” she asked, looking at him over her shoulder, a hand already resting on the doorknob.

Konstantin nodded, listening, as she mentioned Brian and what he had told her. He vaguely remembered her mentioning having a lot of brothers last night when they had been so drunk, so he just assumed Brian was one of said brothers.

He watched her go to her closet, awaiting her response, and was pleasantly surprised when she didn’t ask him to leave. Though he flushed when she mentioned a shower, and he did even moreso when she had accidentally made it sound like an invitation to join her.

“U-Uh..” he mumbled to himself, blushing furiously and suddenly focusing all his attention on his feet. “Nyet. Knew vhat you meant…” he said slowly, unable to look at her. God, he was getting so easily flustered over this…

“Da, vould like dat. For you to cook, I mean. Am hungry now dat I tink about it.” he chuckled a little, finally raising his gaze a bit to meet her eyes and smile sheepishly at her. “Vill go shower too and meet you back here,” he said, turning and heading out the door and back to his room.

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Konstantin waved off her apology. “Nyet, do not need to feel guilty. Vas fun challenge to see if could get drunk. But, sort of regret it now…” He chuckled awkwardly at how silly the whole thing had been.

He nodded in agreement, “Da, ees not good to be spiking drinks vhen person does not vant it. And true, hangover ees not so nice… But,” he chuckled more at her joke, “Da, ees accomplishment. Do not get drunk easy.” Konstantin smiled at her a little, a bit proud of his naturally inherited ability to hold liquor.

Konstantin watched her get up and readjust her clothing, silently admiring her as a small blush colored his cheeks. He then got off the bed as well, standing next to her and fixing his own clothes. “Ees a bit better,” he said, responding to her concern. “But still hurts. Hev not been hungover before. Ees vay to fix, da?” he asked hopefully, smiling sheepishly down at her.

The Scout nodded slowly, humming in agreement at his statement about spiking drinks. It was nothing new to her, though, so maybe she should have kept her eyes open for it. After all, last time, wasn’t it a BLU Scout who had spiked her drink? Oh well, it was done now.

“Yeah, bu’ even if it was an accomplishment, Ah’m not proud o’ it. Causin’ pain fer my friends isn’t nice,” she sighed, looking down at her feet. She wiggled her toes slightly, watching her socks makes little waves in the cloth. She listened to him, her face growing more and more apologetic.

When she looked up, it was full of pity.

“Oh geez, darlin’… No, there’s no way t’ fix a hangover. Ya gotta deal with it ‘til it goes away on it’s own. The best thing ya can do is… Well, try not t’ look int’ bright light ‘r be ‘round loud noises…” she couldn’t even give him a smile, instead just reaching up and gently gripping his shoulder. Poor guy.

“Jus’… Try t’ sleep through the day, I guess. That’s the best thing ya can do right now, if it’s yer first hangover…”

He heaved a frustrated sigh upon her response, fingers going to his temples again. Never again…He didn’t drink much anyway, but after this he was considering swearing off the stuff for good. It just wasn’t worth this…

“Vell, dat ees…disappointing to hear,” he said, walking over to the window to close the curtain. That acursed sunlight was not helping things.

Though, in retrospect, this wasn’t all bad. He had woken up next to his crush and was now getting to spend a little time with her, something he always enjoyed. He chuckled a bit at the thought of more sleep, though. Hadn’t they just woken up? It seemed a little funny to go back to sleep, but he trusted Zamira’s advice.

“So, uh.. Guess should leave so you can get rest now, da?” he asked a little reluctantly, wanting to stay in her company a little longer. “…Or you vant me to stay?”

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Konstantin immediately blushed at her use of the term “honey” for him. “Uh,” he chuckled nervously at Zamira’s change in tone, her face becoming serious. “Vell, tink somevone spiked your drink last night. You got drunk and den peeple vere trying to get me drunk too….”

He paused, rubbing his temples again, remembering. “You vanted to help, so started making drinks for me. I drank many, but eventually hed too much. Got drunk too. But, didn’t vant you to get hurt or anyting, so valked you to your room….” He paused again, smiling sheepishly at her as he scooted back toward her a little. “You said to come in. Ve sat on de bed…. Den, fell asleep, I tink. Don’t remember anyting else.”

Konstantin sighed, a bit frustrated with himself. “Dis is vhy do not drink much. Can drink a lot, but do not like…” he searched for a fitting English word, “…after-effects. Ees not good…”

“Hrm,” was all Zamira replied for a moment, pursing her lips in thought. Her face was blank during that brief moment, but soon her lips parted into a small snarl. Someone spiked her drink… Again… It certainly seemed like her own teammates had fun at her expense, didn’t it? So much for caring for your partners. Obviously that only counted in battle with some of those people.

“I see how it is…” she muttered, shaking her head with a sigh, “Ah’m sorry I got ya drunk, darlin’. Ya dun gotta drink anythin’ I give ya when… Well, yeah,” she continued, looking up at him with an apologetic smile. She shrugged slightly, leaning back and allowing her head to rest against the ceiling.

“I jus’… Wish they wouldn’t do stuff like this… Again, Ah’m sorry I got ya drunk… An’ that ya got a hangover now… Nobody likes ‘em…” she chuckled bitterly, “Jus’ gittin’ a Russian drunk should be an accomplishment, though, huh?” another bitter chuckle.

“How’s yer head?” she asked suddenly, popping up and sliding off the mattress. She adjusted her haphazard uniform as much as she could, muttering about indecency. She focused on Konstantin, giving him a gentle smile as she smoothed her hair back, waiting for him to answer.

Konstantin waved off her apology. “Nyet, do not need to feel guilty. Vas fun challenge to see if could get drunk. But, sort of regret it now…” He chuckled awkwardly at how silly the whole thing had been.

He nodded in agreement, “Da, ees not good to be spiking drinks vhen person does not vant it. And true, hangover ees not so nice… But,” he chuckled more at her joke, “Da, ees accomplishment. Do not get drunk easy.” Konstantin smiled at her a little, a bit proud of his naturally inherited ability to hold liquor.

Konstantin watched her get up and readjust her clothing, silently admiring her as a small blush colored his cheeks. He then got off the bed as well, standing next to her and fixing his own clothes. “Ees a bit better,” he said, responding to her concern. “But still hurts. Hev not been hungover before. Ees vay to fix, da?” he asked hopefully, smiling sheepishly down at her.

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Upon hearing the voice, Konstantin stirred in his sleep, slowly groaning awake and rubbing his eyes. Good god, what was causing his head to hurt so? He began to rub his temples as he awoke, opening his eyes carefully and squinting at the harsh sunlight.

Wait…

This wasn’t his room. And he wasn’t alone in it.

He opened his eyes further, defying the light shining through the window, and it hit him. Well, by hit, I mean “it” was staring up at him with a disgruntled sleepy face, probably much similar to his own. Zamira. He was in bed. With Zamira. Together. In bed. In her room. Alone with her. IN. HER. BED. With his arms around her, no less! His eyes widened, and his faced burned bright scarlet as he nearly flew off the bed, scooting backward and banging his already pounding head on the wall behind him. “O-oww….” He cursed lightly in Russian under his breath, stopping to rub the back of his head. His eyes darted to Zamira and then back down, too embarassed at the situation to look her in the eye, but thinking to himself how beautiful she looked just waking up in the morning, even when they were both obviously hung over.

He started to vaguely remember what had happened the night before, and how the hell they had would up in bed together. “Um, good morneeng Zamira,” he chuckled nervously. ”Do you remember how ve ended up… like dis?”

Zamira smiled gently at Konstantin when he woke up, only for her own eyes to widen as he scrambled back. She made a move to grab him, but it was too late. The poor fool’s head collided with the wall, and the girl cringed at how that must have hurt. If she was bad, she could only imagine how it was for the Russian, who definitely could hold more alcohol than her.

“Oh geez, darlin’. Ya ok? That must o’ hurt like heck,” she asked, sitting up and wincing only slightly. Her own headache could wait. She pushed the blanket down with her legs, deciding it was too warm for the damn thing.

“G’morning, honey. How ya feelin’? Ya knocked yerself on the head purdy good there,” she said, her smile full of concern, “An’ no, I dun got the slightest idea. I was hopin’ ya could tell me what happened last night, along with how we’re in my bed. Heck, at least lemme know how you ended up in my bed,” she continued, her face growing rather serious. The Scout crossed her arms, and knees coming up to allow her to rest said-arms on top of them.

For once, she was showing why she was the one in charge of her older brothers, and not the other way around.

Konstantin immediately blushed at her use of the term “honey” for him. “Uh,” he chuckled nervously at Zamira’s change in tone, her face becoming serious. “Vell, tink somevone spiked your drink last night. You got drunk and den peeple vere trying to get me drunk too….”

He paused, rubbing his temples again, remembering. “You vanted to help, so started making drinks for me. I drank many, but eventually hed too much. Got drunk too. But, didn’t vant you to get hurt or anyting, so valked you to your room….” He paused again, smiling sheepishly at her as he scooted back toward her a little. “You said to come in. Ve sat on de bed…. Den, fell asleep, I tink. Don’t remember anyting else.”

Konstantin sighed, a bit frustrated with himself. “Dis is vhy do not drink much. Can drink a lot, but do not like…” he searched for a fitting English word, “…after-effects. Ees not good…”

*smiles, though a bit surprised at Nathaniel bowing to him* Hello, am Heavy Weapons guy for BLU team. Am Konstantin, ees nice to meet you. *holds out a hand for him to shake*

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Zamira groaned, opening her eyes only to immediately slap a hand over them. The sunlight was usually welcomed upon awakening, but today she felt as if the rays had flown through her pupils and stabbed her brain a thousand times over. And her head… Oh her head, it felt as if an elephant was trying to punch its way out of her skull. Her stomach gurgled its own complaints as the young Scout slowly regained her senses.

On the bright side, she was comfortable. She couldn’t remember how she got to her room, let alone in her bed, but she was certainly thankful she had chosen the mattress instead of the hammock by the window. That would have certainly been worse.

It took her a few moments to realize her blanket felt rather… Heavy, and warm. And since when did the wall behind her rise and fall? It was almost like it was breathing…

That was not a blanket wrapped firmly around her stomach. It was an arm.

“Oh heck no…” she groaned quietly, slowly opening her eyes and removing her hand from her face. This was the second time something like this had happened, but she knew it wasn’t Damien in the bed beside her now. With a shaky breath Zamira turned her head, focusing on the man behind her. Or, rather, the chest. The thick, blue-clothed chest that was slowly rising and falling with the heavy breathing of deep sleep. Her eyes traveled up, and she couldn’t help but feel a sigh of relief escape her lips as she realized who was cuddling her.

Konstantin.

Upon hearing the voice, Konstantin stirred in his sleep, slowly groaning awake and rubbing his eyes. Good god, what was causing his head to hurt so? He began to rub his temples as he awoke, opening his eyes carefully and squinting at the harsh sunlight.

Wait…

This wasn’t his room. And he wasn’t alone in it.

He opened his eyes further, defying the light shining through the window, and it hit him. Well, by hit, I mean “it” was staring up at him with a disgruntled sleepy face, probably much similar to his own. Zamira. He was in bed. With Zamira. Together. In bed. In her room. Alone with her. IN. HER. BED. With his arms around her, no less! His eyes widened, and his faced burned bright scarlet as he nearly flew off the bed, scooting backward and banging his already pounding head on the wall behind him. “O-oww….” He cursed lightly in Russian under his breath, stopping to rub the back of his head. His eyes darted to Zamira and then back down, too embarassed at the situation to look her in the eye, but thinking to himself how beautiful she looked just waking up in the morning, even when they were both obviously hung over.

He started to vaguely remember what had happened the night before, and how the hell they had would up in bed together. “Um, good morneeng Zamira,” he chuckled nervously. ”Do you remember how ve ended up… like dis?”

The Excessively Detailed Headcanon Tumblr Meme: Konstantin Maksimov

(My answers/commentary will be in italics, but Konstantin will be answering the majority of this himself.)

Do they have any daily rituals?

There’s nothing, as far as rituals, that he has to do every day, so this is just a basic schedule of an average day for him.

Vake up. Den go eat breakfast vit Zamira. Love de food she cooks. Ees very good. *he smiles a little* Eef have mission, den go do dat, fight REDs. Eef not mission, den spend time vit Zamira. *his smile widens a bit*

What does their bedroom look like?

Other than this, he has a secret stash of Celine Dion CD’s under his bed.

Ees normal room. Has bed, desk vit radio and lamp, chair, shelf, rug, closet, and bathroom.

Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

His weights are kept in his closet.

Battles are good exercise, but like to lift veights vhen I can. Keep up strength. *a slightly proud smile graces his lips*

What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

He can make simple things, but he lets Zamira cook for him a lot of the time because he loves her cooking so much.

Mostly eat food dat Zamira cooks for me. *he smiles* But, eef I could not have dat, den vould just make someting or find someting else.

Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

He’s pretty average in this area. He keeps himself and his workspace clean, but not obsessively so. A little mess is fine with him.

Am neat person, mostly. Do not like lot of mess.

Eating habits and sample daily menu.

He’s a Heavy. He eats. A lot.

Da. Like food. Favorites are doughnuts, mangoes, and food dat Zamira cooks for me. Like her cooking best… *he smiles sheepishly, blushing a little*

Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time?

In case his crush on Zamira wasn’t evident by now….

Like spending time vit Zamira. Ees favorite thing to do in free time. Ees fun and relaxing. She ees fun to talk to, and ees nice to me. Ve hev lot of…. *he pauses, searching for the proper word* ….compatibility togeder. *he smiles again, sure of his word choice* Also like painting. Ees very relaxing efter long day of fighting.

Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging?

Oh lordy, you get to hear about his quilty pleasure… xD

Besides spending time vit Zamira, I like music. Celine Dion is favorite. Know all her songs.

Makeup?

…..This is the most random question.

Nyet. Am a man. Do not need dat.

Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

Despite his past, he’s still a really upbeat and friendly guy.

Cannot tink of any.

Intellectual pursuits?

He’s actually pretty smart, despite being called stupid when he was in school, for not speaking English properly.

Da. Like tings like dat sometimes. Some peeple tink am not smart because I cannot speak English vell. But, dey are wrong. Am smarter den I sound. *a bit of a proud smile*

Favorite book genre?

Yes, he’s a mushy little thing.

Like fantasy and romance stories. Ones dat hev happy endings.

Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

He’s bisexual and biromantic, but is a little shy to talk about things like that.

*he blushes, visibly uncomfortable* Um.. Like both…. And vhat other peeple like doesn’t metter to me. Ees not big deal.

Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)

Other than his size, he’s normal.

Nyet. Never had anyting like dat.

Biggest and smallest short term goal?

Oh gosh, I don’t even know these kinds of things for myself a lot of the time, so thinking of them for another person….

Beegest ees…. *he stops, his face turning red as his focus suddenly drops to his feet* …to tell Zamira about feelings for her… *his eyes are still on his feet, now shuffling* Smallest ees to meet new people on team.

Biggest and smallest long term goal?

Again, I don’t even know these kinds of things for myself a lot of the time, so thinking of them for another person is difficult.

*he looks up from his feet, his face less red now* Beegest ees to make friends and protect dem. Smallest ees to not need to fight anymore.

Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress?

He wears pretty much the same thing most of the time.

Mostly vear BLU uniform. Ees fine for anyting. Do not hev any formal clothes eef dat ees vhat you are asking.

Favorite beverage?

I was so temped to put vodka, simply because he’s Russian….

Like fruit juice. Ees good.

What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

Despite his blushing, it’s really not anything dirty. He’s just easily embarassed.

*he blushes again, his smile turning whistful* ….Tink about Zamira. Like her a lot… Makes me happy.

Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

Nothing really noteworthy to speak of here.

Nyet. Vas healthy child.

Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

…..And cue the rampant blushing.

*his eyes widen significantly, immediately regretting agreeing to answering all these questions as his face begins to practically glow bright red* ………Can ve skip quvestion? Ees embarassing…

Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

He’s an artsy-fartsy guy.

Vould probably sketch painting idea.

How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

Like I said on the last one that was relating to this topic, a little mess is fine with him, but he’s generally neat.

Da. Like to keep tings simple and organized.

Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?

He was a pretty good student all the way around, despite all the teasing he got during his school days.

Vas good at most tings. English vas bit of a challenge, though.

How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

This is great character development, but I don’t even plan these things for myself…

*the whistful smile appears on his face again, accompanied by a light blush* …Maybe, if fighting stops, could be vit Zamira….

Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?

…….I plan for my characters’ futures more than my own…

Vant to eventually stop fighting and go someplace nicer. Maybe vit friends. Eef doesn’t vork… vill be sad. …… But, vill do de best vit vhat I hev.

What is their biggest regret?

Pfft, he’s too nice for that. Too carefree.

*he frowns a little, thinking* Don’t really hev any. *shrugs*

Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?

Oh gosh, he’s a friggin’ teddy bear, he hates no one.

Zamira ees best friend. *he smiles whole-heartedly* And vould like to make other friends. But, do not hev any real enemies. Only de peeple dat vould try to hurt friends.

Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg. The house is on fire! What do they do?)

Pfft, he’d be carrying people out of a burning building.

Vould make sure everyone vas safe.

Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg. close family member suddenly dies)

He doesn’t really have much in terms of family. Zamira is the only really close person to him as of yet.

Don’t hev much family, really. Just hev Zamira. And if lost her……. *his voice trails off, not wanting to even think about it*

Most prized possession?

Pfft, oh here we go with the guilty pleasure again…

Celine Dion CDs. Hev big collection. Love dem all.

Thoughts on material possessions in general?

He’s kind of the same as me, but I admit, I like stuff a bit more than he does.

Need some tings. But not too much.

Concept of home and family?

He doesn’t really have one all that much, because of his past.

Do not know vhat vone ees really like. Didn’t hev one. But, ees ok. Can make new family vit friends. *he smiles again, blushing a little* …And maybe Zamira vould like to hev a family. Don’t know vithout asking her, but…. Too embarassed to ask.

Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)

Oh gosh yes, the poor dear’s a private person. He’s way to shy and easily embarassed not to be.

Share tings vit friends, but am shy.

What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?

He’s a causal painter, but not to shabby at it, either.

Enjoy painting. Ees relaxing.

What makes them feel guilty?

He’s incredibly loyal, so anything he might do that would accidentally hurt someone he cared about would make him feel extremely guilty.

Don’t like hurting peeple. Ees bad.

Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?

Being a mushy-bear, he sometimes thinks with his heart instead of his head, but not all the time.

Try to tink logically most of time. But sometimes, emotions decide instead.

Would they consider themselves a Type A or Type B personality?

(( Here’s a link, because I had to look up what it was, too. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Type_A_and_Type_B_personality_theory ))

Am type B, mostly. Am easy-going and calm.

What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?

You ship KonstantinxZamira yet…? No? well, you’re going to.

Talking vit Zamira alvays makes me happy. She ees alvays so nice.

Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?

Nah, he’s pretty cool about things like that.

Nyet. Am neither.

How misanthropic are they?

Oh geez, this kid would bring home a box full of abandoned kittens. He’s hugely misanthropic.

Very. Like helping peeple. Makes me happy to make others happy.

Hobbies?

He’s a man of simple tastes.

Like to paint, leesten to music, talk vit Zamira, and eat.

How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?

I could elaborate more on this, but I’m too lazy to right now.

Vent through highschool. Got dat far. Tink dat ees good enough for me. But, am open to learning new tings. School vas just not best place for me. Vas teased a lot. Am glad to be out of dere and vhere I can make friends now.

Religion?

He’s never really thought about it. So, he’s pretty much Agnostic, but open.

Never really put much tought into it. Am open to different ideas.

Superstitions or views on the occult?

He’s less into it than I am.

*he shrugs* Am not superstitious guy.

Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?

Both. Both. Both is good.

Use both.

If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

Oh geez, prepare yourself for blushing and awkward cuteness…

*he blushes immediately at the personal nature of the question, but smiles softly, thinking, and then says in a quiet voice* …….If dat happened, vould probably be vit someone like Zamira…

How do they express love?

Last boarding call for Fluff Central Station, all passengers please board the train now and take your seats. Thank you.

*he chuckles sheepishly, still blushing from the last question* Vould do anyting for dem. Vould be vhatever dey needed me to be. Vould take care of dem, make sure dey know dey are loved. Vould give lots of hugs. Comfort dem vhen dey are sad. Vould devote self to dem.

If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?

He’s a Heavy. He’d be good at this.

If did not hev vweapon. Vould use fists. Vould get de job done. *he smiles a little triumphantly to himself*

Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?

He’s not keen on the idea, but he it’s a war zone. He kind of has to be prepared for that.

Nyet. Do not vant to die, but am not afraid. Dis ees var. Must be ready for dat.

Oh, hello. Am not sure vhat you are, but vill answer anyvay. *he smiles a little at the small robot standing at his feet*

I like to leesten to music vhen am in a bad mood, or paint. Dose are both very calming tings dat help. But, like spending time vit Zamira best. She alvays makes me happy. *his smile widens*