Favorite Holiday(s)? Favorite Food(s)? Ever Traveled Anywhere Interesting? Favorite Video Game(s)?

🎄 — favorite holiday(s)?🍝 — favorite food(s)?✈️ — ever traveled anywhere interesting?🎮 — favorite video game(s)?

munday asks!

🎄 — favorite holiday(s)?

my birthday! lol just kidding. this one is really hard because when we immigrated I grew up in a very melting pot of a community that all cultures and holidays were celebrated, so we still keep some of them up. But my favorites growing up were Mexico's Independence Day, which is coming up and is also know as Grito de Dolores, those celebrations were always so much fun. And Las Posadas! Music, piñata, food until  El Niño Dios came around and left us presents why not! lol

🍝 — favorite food(s)?

omg all the things i grew up with. enchiladas, pozole, tamales, I do love ramen and pho a whole lot now too. I love soups and potatoes in all forms.

✈️ — ever traveled anywhere interesting?

I don't know if others find it interesting but the Georgia Aquarium ( i love whale sharks ) and the Guachimontones in Mexico.

🎮 — favorite video game(s)?

oh no! you got me started! I grew up playing with my brother so there are so many I hold near and dear and now I play with my husby and kiddo and there are so many we love. I will narrow it down to the Assassins Creed games, the Fall Out Franchise (New Vegas for life! thought i love the building in 4 ), The Elder Scrolls Franchise ( Oblivion hands down, I know people want me to say Skyrim but I love Oblivion so much ) and of course the Bioshock Duology

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🎧 — do you write while listening to music/podcasts/videos/etc, or do you need total silence?

munday asks!

depends on my mood and where I'm at. Usually if I'm writing up on my mobile, I have my headphones on listening to podcasts or music. If I'm at home usually something is on in the background. but never total silence lol

"Sure, sure," she chuckled trying to brush his words off but something about them made her feel good. The fact that he thought about her that way, just being powerful enough to get away with something for just being her felt nice. Fake gasping, she placed a hand on her chest in mock surprise. "You would leave a voicemail with an enthralling tale just to get back at me? You are wicked." Pretending to be someone else, she knew that all too well. "Well, if its any consolation, you have a soothing voice, so listening to you is not all that bad."

The comment didn't go unnoticed but she didn't react to it. She was sure he meant that they were meant to be friends because of the small things they shared in common and the others that they didn't. She wasn't going to assume anything especially when the two had done nothing more than get on each other's nerves and occasionally get along, which she was keen on anyway. Shrugging, she couldn't recall. "I don't remember. As a kid since we moved a lot, we camped a lot too, I don't remember being scared of it. But that first night at sea, I was. It was so pitch dark, if the lights weren't on at the stern and sides of the deck, I wouldn't have been able to see my own hand in front of my face."

His words rang truth but she could also note a sense of heaviness in them. Something that told her that his fear had come from something. An event. She wanted to tell him that he didn't need to tell her, that she was sorry for bringing it up if it was a sore subject, but he was telling her something she could tell was personal. Something that he had most likely not shared freely with many. Something about it had her scouting sideways closer to him so she rested her head on his shoulder. Knowing all too well the things people did to children but for it to come from his own father seemed horrible, she hoped her small act would bring a little comfort. Something that said thanks for sharing when you didn't need to. "My definition is going into the cave to begin with! Is this your way of telling me that you love exploring small tiny caves?!" A shiver ran through her thinking about the cramped spaces she had been made to stay in growing up.

"Yes! That, an emo kid." Elizabeth laughed as she smiled at him, watching his green eyes shine like emeralds. "School days." She repeated to herself smiling at the thought of his niece. "I bet she loves those days."

"Yes. I knew the basics," her hands began to move in front of her. My name is Elizabeth. There's one at the door. What do you need? It was another thing Jennifer taught her. Not many knew what they were saying unless they were deaf themselves. Smirking at his signing, she brought up her right hand to her chin and down in front of her, in thanks. "Not many I would say, mostly stories about their misses with other animals that might have eaten them. Or about how they nearly missed being caught by a fisherman.” Thinking about it for a second, she shrugged. “I don’t know I feel like I’ve lived 140 lifetimes already. I’d probably enjoy a boring lobster life. Crawling the ocean floor eating mussels and little sardines. Enjoying fisherman notching my tails and throwing me back in with a snack. But as a human,” she shrugged. “I can’t say read every book ever because there’s millions already and new ones every day. I’ve done a lot of traveling now. So I’d probably be a boring lobster.” Sitting back up and stifling a small yawn, she put her hands back into the hoodies pocket. “What about you? What would you do with 140 years?”

Laughing, she shook her head. “No, not at all. I helped with a couple of traps and learned some things. Not an expert at all. I’m a jack of all trades but a master of none. And if I bored you with the blah, I’d fall asleep on you because it is not interesting or entertaining at all. Just fishing regulations and such.” Turning her attention back towards the sea before them, she let the sound of waves crashing in the distance fill the void for a moment before smiling at a story told to her long ago by her father. “You know in Iceland we have marbendill, merman. They’re not evil or malevolent, just want to be left to be in the sea.”

Wally smiled not a trace of joking in his voice. "Wouldn't need to bat those eyelashes. Something tells me you'd get away with everything just because it's you." He chewed his inner cheek and laughed. "I know you would. You'd be too curious not to listen to them. What if I tell you a story in one of them? Would you really be okay perhaps missing a story of some sort?" He laughed fully amused and closed his eyes for a brief second before answering. "Not normally. It's only when around you that I talk a lot. I'm extroverted because the job requires it and I'm almost always pretending to be someone else but reality is I'm an introvert. You just happen to make me comfortable enough to talk your ear off."

Demoness. He tried it out in his head and smirked. "Oddly not unoriginal. Hmm. Interesting." Why that amused was a mystery to him but still left it at that. "You can always have more than one dream. Just because they're automated doesn't mean it can't still be made a reality." He shrugged and chuckled to himself. "I'm starting to think we may just be perfectly imperfect for each other." He hummed and could see her point. "We're you at any point scared out in the dark?"

"Everyone is afraid of something." He spoke softly as he let out a sigh. It always went back to his father. "I was locked in one at the bottom deck one time. It was a deafening silence that I hated. I don't know how long I was in there for. But I do remember my aunt's terrified shrieks after the fire department opened it up and I crawled out. Since then, I've gotten better at being on the sailboat Andy has. Just can't really do big boats yet." He smiled like he had just let her in on a secret just for the two of them. He smiled softly as she told him about one of her fears. "You know, it's interesting. You bring up a lot of good points. I think insane people like enclosed spaces. That's the only explanation. Or ones that use it for some sort of odd pleasure when it comes to being in tight spaces. Cave exploring can be fun but it depends on what your definition of it is."

The thought was hilarious seeing as he was one. "An emo kid?" Wally asked amused and stared at her briefly. The gesture was sweet and soft and it derailed any incoming thought besides how soft her fingers were against his hair. How nice it felt. Comforting. His green eyes shined a little brighter as he suddenly became a little shy. Leave it to Liz to make him unable to react confidently as he was used to. She discombobulated him in the best ways possible. Taking a beat he cleared his throat and semi shrugged his shoulders. "There are when I'm in the office. Usually those days I slick it back to look professional. Though I do have some leeway for missions. It depends on what it calls for, I can keep my long hair. When I'm on site working as a detective then yes I have to shave and look like an actual professional. But that doesn't happen too often. I usually can work from home except on days when a case goes active again. As you know," he chuckled as he laid his hands together on his lap. "My school days as Annie calls them."

He was always so attentive when Liz talked. Whether that was about something random or something important. Whatever she had to say was important to him. So, as she began he turned his body toward her giving her his full attention. His eyebrows knitted together as she started with that she needed a break but didn't interrupt. He knew better. "Had you already known asl before you got the job?" He did the sign for that's pretty rad and smiled. "I know very little but mostly conversational." Quickly shook his head as he hadn't known that lobster fact. "140 years. Makes you think about what kind of life they see or the stories that they have but can't ever tell people because they can't talk. What would you do if you lived for 140 years?" He gasped and let his jaw drop. "No, I feel like I've been lied to for years. I'd like the full blah blah blah. What else did you find out on your time out in the vast waters. Does that mean you are now expert fisherwoman?"