Hunterprziel - P R Z I E L

Good old Waffle House. Perfect for when strangers pop up in the middle of the night with work. @estivalphoenix and @redhaired-renegade were real sports.

“Her first mission as a Poppy and @redhaired-renegade ends up being debriefed on the mission in a Waffle House with a dhampir. Never a dull moment, I suppose.”

She pulls out a moist sanitizer towelette from her jacket and wipes at a little spot on the chipped wooden table, nose wrinkled in disgust. 

Night City Suburbs

[all my cyberpunk shots]

"I sincerely hope I don't need to go into detail regarding the pain you'll endure if you ever make her unhappy."

"You do not. I assure you, though, that as talented as you are, nothing you can do will compare to the pain of knowing that I've made her unhappy. If it comes to it, don't hold back."

Mega Fabric Generator by Munkhjin Otgonbayar https://www.artstation.com/artwork/e0lXb3

He clears his throat before speaking. "You chose very well, darling. A pink dress is wonderful. I love it. Never loved one more than right now. And it's perfect for what I was thinking about for the evening. Something nice and relaxing, comfortable."

She's a little embarrassed, standing there in her little pink dress in front of the other Poppies outside of decon. They know who she's waiting for and send her secret smiles and whispers of encouragement, but her heart pounds anyway. Amazing that someone who can comb the multiverse saving so many people would have such a hard time meeting their own boyfriend for a date at the Haven. Proxima fusses with her skirt to give her hands something to do while she waits for him to arrive.

He steps out the shadows in the decon room and into the light for the decon process. It takes a second try to get his passcode right and he's pretty sure he can hear the Poppy giggling. *So much for flying under the radar tonight.* He slips his sunglasses on as the door opens and his eyes adjust to the Haven's light. He sees her standing there in a cute little pink dress and something happens that hasn't happened since his powers awakened years ago.

He trips. On his own feet. Or the ground. Who knows. Muscle memory kicks in and his powers catch him before he hits the ground, levitating him just above the pavement. He rights himself and walks to his girlfriend, smiling awkwardly.

#looking for trouble #prziel

Netsuke memento mori - Science Museum, London