Doctor Llamabean
*winks at Markus*
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DETAILS
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___Jinx___
Bodily Temperature Manipulation
He can increase or decrease the temperature of his body up/down to extremes.
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(West District)
[His Vehicle]
Sitting in the driver's seat
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Matsuda Russo Caffeine_Obsessed , (Brielle Rousseau Cracker )
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Loose Black Tank Top; Black Scarf; Black Jacket with some designs on the sleeves; Black Shorts over a pair of Black Compression Tights; Black Sneakers; Protective Gloves; Protective Knee and Shin Guards; Paintball Mask
[Reference]
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"Bruh, shut uuuup!" he snickers.
Matsuda gets up from the couch and moves into the anteroom with Boltius, taking the mask. "Nah nah, I’m just kiddin'. But I’m serious about the mask- it’s cool," he says, continuing, "Hope ya enjoy playing dress up today- though don’t blame me if someone sees you, and thinks of ya as silly."
Boltius looks down at himself, "What's silly?"
"...Shorty," Matsuda quips all of the sudden.
Boltius immediately swings for the other, holding back so as not to actually hurt him should the attack land, "Fuck off!" Then he prances in circles into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water from the fridge. Into the anteroom again, he slowly creeps into Brielle's bedroom, places the bottle on her nightstand, and tiptoes out, shutting the door behind him with a finger over his lips, shushing no one in particular.
"She's gonna need that," he says. "I'm honestly surprised you're not slumped, too, after that stunt you pulled last night. Crayon even posted it on her YouTube channel."
Sighing, he opens the front door to leave, letting Matsuda out first so that he can lock up, doing so with a quick insert and turn of his key in the deadbolt, which he then tucks away into his jacket pocket with his cell phone.
The complex is small, with only three one-bedroom apartments, one on each floor. Boltius and Brielle's takes up the second floor. The fourth floor--something of a basement--is a communal laundry room where each tenant claims their own washer and dryer for personal use. In order to even access the room, one must have a key, and just like that, they must also have a key to use their personal washer and dryer. This is because tenants used to hog all three washers at once to save time on laundry. After all, why wash one load when you can wash three?
Well, Boltius disagrees.
Appliance locks were incorporated by the landlord when, one day, Boltius and another tenant engaged in a property-damaging scuffle before Brielle was even in America. His name was Huxley McDonald, and he had a bad habit of dragging Boltius' clothes out of the wash mid-cycle so that he could do his own, and this didn't sit well with the young Revenant at all.
Anymore, Huxley won't even meet Boltius' eyes. Why? Because he got his ass beat.
Down the hall and out into the warm weather, Boltius looks both ways down the street before stepping around his vehicle--parked snugly along the curb in front of the complex--to the driver-side door. Jumping in, he quickly reaches over to open the passenger's side for Matsuda, afterward hooking his phone up to a charger and turning the key in the ignition, awakening the engine.