Chris D'Amico

[Locked against Rorschach]

...So what the fuck is up with Rorschach, for the people that know who the fuck he is? Can I get, like a list or something of things not to do or say around him in order of offense with the lowest being the "hnnn" noise of disapproval and the highest being him coming and dropkicking me off the fucking Barge with half my fingers missing?

[Text, to Dracula]

Hey, that, uh. That offer.

Is that still open?


[Spam, mostly for Rorschach]

[It's 7:03am and Chris is running out the door of his room in a craze of speed, struggling to yank on his gloves as he goes because fuck he overslept his first day of training and this is not the sort of thing you want to pull with the guy who managed to find you inside a washing machine.

He grabs a corner, yanks around it, and bolts as quick as he can to the gym, praying madly under his breath that this unfortunate move isn't going to turn around and bite him]