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A QUESTION FOR A QUESTION


YOU MAY KNOW EACH OTHER ALREADY - OR YOU MAY NOT. UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, YOU'RE NOW PASSING THE TIME ASKING EACH OTHER QUESTIONS. IT'S A GAME! A QUESTION FOR A QUESTION. YOU START OFF ASKING YOUR OPPONENT A QUESTION OF CHOICE AND IF THEY ANSWER IT, THEY'RE ALLOWED TO ASK YOU A QUESTION IN TURN. THE RULES ARE SIMPLE, ONLY AS LONG AS YOU ANSWER THE OTHER PERSON'S QUESTIONS ARE YOU ALLOWED TO ASK QUESTIONS YOURSELF, BUT THERE IS NO EXPECTATION OF TRUTHFULNESS HERE, LIE IF YOU MUST OR WANT, JUST KEEP THE MOMENTUM GOING.

How to play -
1. Comment with your character's name, fandom and preference.
2. If you want, leave a question in the comment field that your character is asking their opponent. Or don't. I'm not the cops.
3. Pick other characters to question and have fun!

Comments

[immaterialgirl]

Can't really be helped. Special designed bed.

Now we're clickbait together, isn't that something.

Ah. Okay. Do you like any animals?

[juniorvarsitycap]

Maybe I'll be lucky enough to see it one day.

Well, we're what's important to all this.

I like dogs. I'm getting a puppy.

[immaterialgirl]

It's not really... that interesting. Just a cot.

... A puppy? Really? [does that sound more nervous or excited?]

[juniorvarsitycap]

Uh huh.

Yeah. A German Shepherd. Picking him up in a few days.

[immaterialgirl]

... I sleep in a glass box, John. [a bit of a frustrated confession, but the frustration really isn't at him for once.

hey, at least one of the dog breeds she actually knows.] You already have one picked out and everything? Isn't that a bit sudden?

[there's going to be a puppy and she has absolutely no idea what to do about puppies but that's okay because it's his responsibility not hers obviously but what if it doesn't like her and then John won't want to spend as much time with her and...]

[juniorvarsitycap]

Why? [A glass box reminds him of Snow White, dead to the world waiting for her Prince Charming. What? Everyone watched Disney.]

I’ve been thinking about it for weeks. Finally found a guy upstate who has a litter for sale, so I’m going to get one. Already have a name picked out and everything.

[immaterialgirl]

Helps maintain my deterioration.

I bet it's real cute, you'll have to send me pictures. What name?

[juniorvarsitycap]

Okay. Makes sense.

[He takes out his phone and pulls up a few pictures of the litter.]

Jasper. You'll meet him soon.

[immaterialgirl]

... [a tiny nod, happy to let that topic drop for now.

especially with the distraction of the very adorable puppies that John has on his phone.] They're so small... [she pokes at the screen without asking, trying to zoom in on various puppies.] Which one is Jasper?

Me...? No, I don't think that's a good idea. Don't want to scare him.

[juniorvarsitycap]

I haven't decided on one particular puppy yet, I'll have to see which one I like best when I get there.

[He smiles at her, amused.]

He'll get used to you.

[immaterialgirl]

What sort of qualities are desirable in selecting your favorite? The one that wags its tail the most? Barks the least? [genuinely curious, she doesn't know much about having a dog. and especially not raising one from so young.]

... You think so? Animals usually don't tend to like my whole... thing. Except the guinea pig, it's too stupid to notice.

[juniorvarsitycap]

The one who has a good temperament, barks, but isn't too noisy, energetic, but not too rambunctious. And he's got to be a good looking dog, too.

Of course he will. Especially if he gets to know you early on.

[immaterialgirl]

And you can tell all that just as a puppy? [she's still closely inspecting the photo on his phone, trying to see which ones are 'good looking' but they all just look like furry little adorable beasts to her.]

Okay. The only dogs I ever really had experience with were... guard dogs. At secret facilities and bases and such. And I guess they were trained to hate intruders. [so maybe a dog that's used to her won't hate her as much...?]

[juniorvarsitycap]

Of course. They all have their own personalities.

Oh, he'll be a guard dog, but it'll be us he's guarding. You'll be one of the pack, trust me.

[immaterialgirl]

Here I thought they all liked playing fetch, chasing their tails, and chewing bones.

As long as he doesn't view me as a threat to you when I'm giving you a hard time. [even if she means it far more playfully and flirtatiously these days. it's hard not to get a bit impatient sometimes.] You have to do all sorts of training for that?

[juniorvarsitycap]

They like all that, too.

Just don't hit me. Not for the dog, I just don't want to have to take a punch when I'm being an idiot.

[immaterialgirl]

Guess I'll have to learn ways to win him over.

Hah. Not worth it. You'd hardly even feel it anyway.

[juniorvarsitycap]

Treats help.

You pack a wallop.

[immaterialgirl]

Don't want to make your dog into a decorative pillow, so we'll have to go for runs to make up for it.

It's something about my molecular structure.

[juniorvarsitycap]

They love activity, so runs are definitely in the plans.

Well, I like your molecular structure. Except when it hurts me.

[immaterialgirl]

Finally, something that can keep up with you... [teasing grin, but honestly, she can see where this will be good for John.]

Now, when's the last time I tried to hurt you? And biting doesn't count.

[juniorvarsitycap]

We'll be good for each other.

You try all the time. I find it weird that you're a biter.

[immaterialgirl]

So he's going to guard the tower while we're off on missions?

... [fingers to her mouth a bit self consciously suddenly] It's weird...?

[juniorvarsitycap]

He’ll probably sleep most of the time, but a little.

No, I mean I wasn’t expecting it. It didn’t occur to me you would be.

[immaterialgirl]

Will he sleep with you? In your bed?

Ah... well, instinct took over and I really wanted at your throat.