[ Kiwi accent; slump-shouldered, substitute teacher demeanour; boring clothes. John could be any second guy on the Auckland streets, except for the black sclera and the way his body is medically perfect to a trained ear.
John figures, he doesn't really remember when his birthday is, but he likes the look of the cakes this month, spiced and iced, and there's a fair whack there. Nobody else is eating them. He didn't really expect to be questioned about his theft, but doesn't seem particularly fucking concerned about it either. He's the golden boy in this mansion; he still has his pantheon statue tucked away in the corner of the bathroom.
John approaches Homelander with his cake in one hand, trying to read the vibe. ]
fruits.
[ Kiwi accent; slump-shouldered, substitute teacher demeanour; boring clothes. John could be any second guy on the Auckland streets, except for the black sclera and the way his body is medically perfect to a trained ear.
John figures, he doesn't really remember when his birthday is, but he likes the look of the cakes this month, spiced and iced, and there's a fair whack there. Nobody else is eating them. He didn't really expect to be questioned about his theft, but doesn't seem particularly fucking concerned about it either. He's the golden boy in this mansion; he still has his pantheon statue tucked away in the corner of the bathroom.
John approaches Homelander with his cake in one hand, trying to read the vibe. ]
Want some?