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"Why is it the people you can't trust are always saying 'trust me?'"
馃摵Whoops All Variants AU
鈴砃ot your mom's TVA
鈴憋笍Multifandom Singleverse RP
馃摶Serious & Banter
'The only person you are destined to become is the person you decide to be.'
Munching on his grab from a food truck, Mobius notices a neon light design glowing prettily behind a large window. He stops to read it, smiling at it's motivational 'never give up' before seeing the small poster affixed to the inside of the glass at eye level.
"An art show, >
hums again, biting at his lip this time, watching the pulse of the bead on the graph.
"Oh, why not." Mobius huffs at himself, snapping the device shut and sliding it back into his pocket. He looks at the little poster and then tries to rubberneck a bit to see inside but he >
A Friday night and no points on the timeline to mind. Mobius found himself trying a few places along his typical city route but nothing compared to Hades. The senior agent turned up at the dive more often than not and fighting the already comforting familiarity of the place was >
interest - she's definitely one of his types; long dark hair and eyes that speak volumes, but... the shape of her grin isn't quite right. Her eyes are brown which... no.
Little things. Huh. Maybe he's just not really interested. He won't fight it.
Not wanting to give her the >
Of all the Dangerous Variants in all the 'Verses, he had /not/ been expecting a Brock and his Symbiote family to be in this one.
That'd be a lie - technically, he expected one in every 'verse, but this particular variant pair had /quite/ the record at the TVA. He'd winced when >
he'd watched the footage trickling out of a college graduation ceremony the previous day... but hey, the Brocks of this 'verse were not his clowns nor his circus. So Mobius could just sit back in his lone booth and enjoy the Sunday Funday offerings at Hades without any further >
"-- but seriously, Bea, these Funday options they have? And it's not every Sunday that they've got these, the menu changes regularly according to themes the chef concocts, but they're /fantastic/." Mobius was telling his co-worker and friend, gesturing to some of the items on >
looks at her, his eyes are surprisingly soft and Bea relaxes a fraction. "I know you're looking out for me but I'm fine. I've moved on. This is just a case for me."
"Okay." She says, nodding, and smiles when he claps a hand to her shoulder and squeezes gently. "But the >

