alcatraz you are a good boy

[Awwwh, thanks nonny! I try my best to be good.]

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Do they like to show affection by physically teasing? (I.E: Shoulder punches, etc.):

Used to! Alcatraz was a pretty friendly guy. Him being military only makes it worse; he, Chino, Leavenworth and all the others were reasonably close from what’s said in canon. Even the scene in the Swordfish has them prodding each other in a really friendly, light way. Anymore, though, between the brain-reshuffle and the absolute strength of the N2, he both doesn’t care and isn’t able to without breaking bones.

Do they appreciate hugs? Would they prefer to give hugs or receive hugs? What kind of hugs do they like to receive and/or give?:

He was never the huggy type, imo, but he wouldn’t turn them down. Part of it is he felt that it would drudge up uncomfortable memories of his pre-dementia mom. Anymore, as with general affection, he doesn’t really give it a spare thought. He’s got bigger fish to fry. But, he does appreciate recieving hugs especially so with the N2. Can’t exactly reciprocate, but it makes him feel more human. He used to be the sort to grab you one-armed and give you a pat on the back (very amicable!) but now he just kind of… sinks into whoevers’ arms happen to go around him. The suit doesn’t generate warmth so he’s kinda lizardy anymore, always looking for warm spots to hang out.

“I can’t stand the thought that I don’t know what’s going to happen to the world in hundreds of years.” OR “What are you more afraid of, space or the ocean?” [from golem-boy]

phantxmthief:

“Neither do I, but in the end all we can do is simply survive and hope for the best.” And her face lost some color. “The ocean. There is nothing more I fear than the abyss of the ocean.”

Alcatraz seems nonplussed by both answers, shrugging and flapping one hand absently. SECOND decides to talk for him, if only to express his thoughts aloud and irritate the soldier more than usual.

[USER SPEECH] the machine growled, [Space is way fucking scarier. Aliens and the like–they ripped New York like a wet paper bag. I’m with you, in the other regard; I just hate that even despite the cocktail of shit in my head and what I’ve got going elsewhere, I still just don’t know. It bothers me.]