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Ciao's a mega-stan of Fender; she loves their music, loves his extensive manga collection, and thinks his tattoos are sick as hell. He's always looking at her with this quiet, blank stare, which she uses as an opportunity to engage in a staring contest with him. And hey! They're tail buddies! What more could you want?
Fender thinks Ciao's a fucking shroom trip. Every time he tries to read her mind it's like navigating through a bizarre maze of lines and shapes that doesn't make any sense. Whatever, he stopped trying to decipher her thoughts... and she usually has good weed anyway, so why not stick around?
Law is Fender's smoking buddy. Since she's aware of Fender's powers, Law usually just thinks of what she wants to say, and Fender would either nod or shake his head. It looks crazy outside both of them because it just looks like they're looking at each other in silence. Law thinks Fender's a fucking weirdo, but who's not a weirdo in Law's books?
Fender is Law's smoking buddy. He can't believe how much spite and hatred a woman's body can contain, and it amazes him at how much Law can keep it in. Fender probably fancies her, though that stupidly buff-looking boyfriend of hers is a bit of trouble... he's interested in their odd dynamic though.
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ - ***BEST PSYCHIC READING IN TOWN***
I recently had to fire my personal psychic for personal reasons. Ciao's skate shop advertised cheap readings so I thought I'd give it a try. Oftentimes innacurate and borderline phony - I suggest supplementing your reading with tarots and regular chart-reading to give you a holistic view. Yet 5 stars for the... experience and treatment... at least. Ciao is the best and her manager should give her a raise.
Aw, yeah, Law's my fav client in my new esoteric small business! My psychic reading's are tellin' me she's very troubled.. but also has a lot of success in her future? And also may be destined to fuck a certain strange skate shop cashier? But the jury's out on it.. heheh, guess she's gotta keep comin' back for my legitimate psychic readings. I take my craft real serious, y'know; don't let her tell you otherwise.
All men are pigs.
Still utterly and hopelessly in love with Law, genuinely hopes they'll be back together. A bit pathetic about it and arranges elaborate "come back to me" Gatsby-esque events... of course, Law never shows up.
So.. I wanna say that at least he's good for business. I haven't restocked that damn pasta bar in four years, and here he comes scooping it all up.. but.. man, I gotta be for real: just how much can you talk about your weird ass situationship? And at one point does your ass stop hurting? I'm kinda scared for him. Well.. not scared. But like, disturbed, y'know?
COOLEST GUY I KNOW! I think he's so awesome and so fun, he listens to everything I say, he might make this like little disgusted face sometimes but I think he's just empathising with me. My 1# therapist, and all it costs is the pasta bar, how cool is that?!
Jeanette? (staring at her hands) Ha! I suppose one might assume us friends. No. I care very little for her. (staring at her hands) Her worth relies on little else than hedonistic pleasures. (staring at her hands)(his eyeball twitching) Ah, between us - it will be a beautiful day when I get my hands around her neck.
A shriveled little creature to which I am ambivalent about; were it not for his amusing thoughts to kill me in such a specific manner I don't think I would've given two thoughts of him. Despite the priestly getup I don't believe he's a man of God, for two reasons: (1) he looks at my hands like a pervert, and (2) he seems to daydream of Doomsday as if it's not too far beyond his reach.
Faust is one of the very few people that knows of Law's past. While they were very close friends then, the two is now reserved towards each other - mostly out of tradition. Nowadays they only interact when Law asks Faust for a favour... mostly to vanquish annoying powerful men that has ever remotely bothered Law.
Law knows Faust from the past, in her beast-slaying heydays. Now that she's retired, she'd rather not associate with anything related to her former job - though Faust is an exception. The two are friendly, but do not talk to each other - unless Law asks Faust for a favour.
Absolutely cannot give a shit about Agni, the only reason why Harlem even allows Agni to hang out with him (and Law) is because Agni's a good bottom bitch. Otherwise he doesn't even tolerate Agni's yapping like Law does - Harlem will just straight up leave the room. Ruthless? Perhaps. But considering that's what Harlem does to about 99% of the people he meets, that's probably just Harlem being Harlem.
Absolutely obsessed with Harlem and will follow him around - thinks Harlem's quite the interesting persona. Seems absolutely oblivious to the fact that Harlem thinks he's the bane of irritation, but considering Harlem keeps giving him, err, "attention", obviously Agni will wag his tail around him.
Law thinks Agni is extremely annoying - the latter met her and Harlem once, thought they were interesting, and has never left them since. Law's the more patient of the duo towards Agni - at least she entertains him sometimes. On some occasions Law will think of Agni sweetly, but all of it would wash off once Agni starts doing... literally anything. If else, Agni makes a good little boytoy between the two of them, becoming a mediator for both Law and Harlem considering both of them are sexually dominant.
Agni thinks there's charm to Law's emotionless gaze - whatever it is he sees, everyone else is quite confused, too. He tends to magnet more towards Law, since she's more tolerant of his shenanigans. Follows Harlem and Law around like a puppy - mostly because he thinks the two are utterly fun (jury's out on that one) and interesting, and partially because the sex is way too awesome.
What would you do if i was seven inches tall on the floor and I sparkled and glimmered under the sunlight like a precious stone. Hey. Are you even fucking listening to me right now
I think you should shut the fuck up like I think you should be quiet for several or more days
Law is Harlem's friend-girlfriend-friend-with-benefits... whatever. It looks strange, considering the two doesn't seem like they get along well, but both are inseparable (if not for the strange stoicity they display towards each other). Considering Law's flaky personality, Harlem might be the only person she cares about, but that's hard to tell. Despite her nonchalance, she's monogamous towards Harlem (with the exception of that stupid white tiger that keeps hanging out with them).
Harlem is Law's friend-boyfriend-friend-with-benefits... whatever. One of the many Harlem has - though everyone's sure that Law's special in some way, even though the two are technically noncommittal to each other. Law's the only person he really heeds the words of, really, and that's something considering Harlem's thick skull. Does a romantic gesture for her once in a blue moon - which is a lot more than what he usually treats others.
Ralph thinks Kiko is fascinating! She likes to observe his undisguised full meatface form. His expressive gestures always delight her, and she likes to reply back with gestures of her own.
MEOW!!!
Petra's quite a strange girl—though everyone in Tepid Waters has their own quirk, I suppose. She's quite sweet otherwise, even if she seems to not quite be present in our conversations. She keeps telling me off for "stealing" her pets, but apparently she's largely forgotten that she often asks me to keep an eye on her lizards while she's gone.
I do wish she stops the carrot trails. I have to clean it up every so often because she just loses her lizards so much. She also needs to remember and close her lizard cages. Waking up at midnight to find a lizard halfway into your mouth, then screaming in fear and getting up, tripping over your amp cables and chipping off your horn, is not a pleasant experience. Not that it has ever happened to me, though, it's just a hypothetical situation.
"He's.. talented, but I do wish he would stop playing his music at night. Also, I have a suspicion that he's been sneaking into my house while I'm gone. I found some of his hair on my rug...?"
John, which I am sure has committed some sort of unspeakable war crime and has passed it off as agrro and tax evasion, is an unruly and dysfunctional landlord, without discussing his actual self. While ceaseless in demanding my rent money—which he has not specified in my contract, written as "uhhhh I donk [sic] know, whatever you wanna pay I guess"—he seems to accept fast food as bribery. My part of the property is held up by leak buckets, various DIYs I paid out of pocket, and broken pipes, all of which John has promised to fix, but decided that an apartmentwide movie night would somehow resolve my complaints. He is otherwise quite "normal"—which is a rare find in this property—though the definition of this word is wildly skewed, with the tenants in comparison to the rest of the world. He also seems to like my music because he hasn't said anything about it (to my face), and I can't hate a guy who appreciates a good guitar session at 2am.
Total dick. The biggest dick, even. Everyone's like, "John, please do something about Reyhan's noise! I can't sleep!" and I'm like, look, I hate it too but you gotta respect the guy for not caring. (Plus he gets stuff for me sometimes like he's some kind of caterer. Can't get mad about that.)