My nasty man, love him, just a quick concept of how she looks :) It drools because of all the teeth taking space in her mouth :D they stick outwards a bit, it all grew in wonky.
Original Sign-up. || Randall Rose Richardson. (Mostly referred to as Randy, or Rick if you're feeling silly) || Human || Pangender [he/she/it] amab, aromantic || 25 || district 2 || impulsive, unempathetic, intentionally difficult (-) ; sarcastic, animal-lover? [more like a fun fact though], persistant, energetic (=) ; honest, fair during any truely serious matter, forgiving (+) || The first thing you notice of Randy, is whatever smell clings to that apron of hers, one he hardly removes, a pink one that someone can only assume reads 'kiss the cook' on it, although its difficult to read through the sheer quantity of muck and grime thats stained and crusted onto it. His skin would be paler, if it wasn't tanned by the sun he resides in most days. Underneath that apron it's dresssed rather casually, a mere white t-shirt and gray sweatpants. A belt is looped around her waist, tugged down by the weight of the cleaver it keeps on them at all times incase he has to go to work. Her pants tuck into almost knee high, solid black rainboots that sqelch with every step, clearly not bothering to dump them after rain. There's something odd about those bright blue eyes, paired with that grin that holds far too many teeth, luckily at least a section of its face is covered by her unruly black hair of which he often needs to adjust. || TEEETTHHHH!!! : His opens wide with every irritating laugh that leaves his lips, his mouth lined with rows of teeth reaching halfway down where his tongue rests. || BUCHERRR :DD || yepperrrsss! || nada! I ain't got none! || Remember to be cautious, reaching your fingers into strange rose bushes, as you may encounter a Randy, and they're a bit of a biter. ||
