What does your OC think of the character above?

(Ok so small disclaimer lmao Darling canonly can’t pronounce some words properly as well as she makes up her own words for things so if it gets kinda hard to read I’m so sorry, I’ll try to keep how she speaks as legible as possible”

At first Darling was kinda intimidated by Horen because of the fact that she cane across as very intense and determined but after a bit she didn’t mind it at all! In fact she actually really liked it about Horen, she saw it as a pretty cool trait to have!

Darling flicked her tail a little before speaking “We,, we really really like ‘er!!” The little cub exclaimed proudly “She seem like very very cool person and we kinda want to be fend with ‘er,,,” she grinned a little “We ‘pecially like ‘er hair, super super pretty colour!!!!” She paused before adding “We’d kinda like to talk to her, she seem cool!!”

(Sorry if this is kinda short ddytdtdsr if I should change anything please do let me know!!)

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For the person below me Darling is three years old!! I’m just throwing this out there to hopefully prevent anything inappropriate

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Omg that’s so adorable I’m crying

Cerasum had heard some things about Kaori before, so she's a little thrilled when she actually meets her.

"Hm, so we have another prankster here, don't we?". She giggles putting her hands on her own sides, and then tilts her head. "So how experienced are you? Any big tales to tell me? I have my good share, but I'm curious- no, you know what? Just show me and prove youself. And don't be afraid, of course! On the contrary, nobody has managed to pull a prank on me in years because I always catch them first, or it involves vision so it's just not funny". She stops for a little. "...Are you moving around? That's confusing. Anyway... when you're done planning your prank, we're gonna have a talk about jokes. I've been told about some of your puns and you must improve on that field!"

She takes a step back, and ends with:

"Anyway, I've also been told you dress in a particular way, so I'm curious to know more about it. When you're done with that, you can come over and have something to eat - no chocolate, don't worry. We might listen to some music too, even if I'm not sure if I'll like your one, what do you think?"

Sir was out for a walk when he noticed Entropy, instantly, he was intrigued.

“Hey you!” He walked up to them and peered down at them, “You have real pretty hair. Y’know, that’s one of my favorite colors.” He chuckles, “I um.. Hope I’m not scaring you, I just thought I should come and tell you I like your hair.”

He smiles a bit and offers his hand, “If you want, I’ll treat you to a snack? I dunno if you can drink, you’re pretty small, so, yeah... Just a snack, how’s that sound?”

Iyl watches Onyx from the shadows, ready to strike. He could use some extra cash (not really, but there's no such thing as enough money!) His appearance gave off the vibes of some rich kid to him. Blondes with white clothes always did that. For some odd reason though, he feels like he should be super cautious around Onyx. Iyl wasn't really ever scared of being caught, being smart enough to weasel himself out of most situations, but he felt like this guy would try and track him to the ends of the earth. "Ugh, guess you're just some weirdo not worth the trouble..." He grumbles.

At first, Citrus wonders how exactly did she meet Lucky; then she gets purely annoyed by him. Her attire should make it clear that she doesn't like bright and sparkly colours being shoved into her face, so those stupid glasses and teeth and coat immediately have her expose her canines in disgust. But in less of one second she forces herself to relax her expression and look away for a little, not to have the other notice her and her thought process. She is supposed to dislike someone like him, because his economic status probably haves him feel superior than the rest of people, and most of all his wealth is rooted in something he luckily inherited and gambling - which, she has been taught, can be really problematic and a constant source of legal issues. But, after all, this is a rich person, and a quite young one: if she were to seize the opportunity she's given, and he were to advance his status even further, then her glory would increase as much as his possessions as she told people about their shared experience. Not that she needs even more fame - she's known in all her Continent as a serial criminal hunter, and she has been with a kingslayer and traitor of the enemy Kingdom! - but need is not always the same as want, especially what she wants. She tries to morph her face into a friendly and seductive expression: it takes her some time and quite a lot of effort, but she has an acceptable enough outcome. She looks at Lucky again, gets behind him and then just puts an elbow on his opposite shoulder, leaving him enough room to turn and look at her, and starts:

"Hey, golden boy" she smirks, "Are you into taller people? And..." she leans a little closer to him, keeping her flirting act the best she can without sounding or looking too unnatural, "...You can you bear with a little body hair, can't you, adventurer?"

Seldom does Achi come across a person who strikes her fancy. This woman is something else entirely. "Citrus is it?" She confirms after a lengthy conversation about interests and life stories. 

They have much in common, right down to an understanding of wanting to be referred to as they and them every now and again.

She admires and related to the woman's apathy. To her knack for getting creative with the carnage she creates. There's an art in tampering with the bodies of one's slain and Citrus knows it well. She gives a vicious smirk because someone finally understands. Someone else appreciates the darker things.

Someone understands what it is to be transferred to an institution written off as a mad woman.

On appearance alone, Achi knew that the two of them would get on well. 

"Hm..." With a pensive stare, Fuyu analysed the queen of wrath before making her calm, composed assessment. "I should say... it is rather irresponsible of you to cause trouble for humans, despite your motives. I pity what you have let yourself become... someone blinded and controlled by something as... meaningless as revenge. You have what you want, so why continue to act this way? Perhaps you lack free will..." 

Suddenly stopping, she she sighed and shook her head. "Apologies... I shouldn't judge a demon i've just met. Sister would be disappointed in me. You are just... rather tragic."

Robert felt a very melancholic aura emanating from Fuyu, who appeared to be in need of a company. He approached the winter demoness with a smile accompanied with the empty eyes of his. "Good afternoon, miss. I hope you don't mind me conversing with you." He took off his hat. "My name is Robert. My apologies if I made you uncomfortable in any way, it's just that you looked like you needed someone to make you smile." He finished his sentence with a slightly bigger smile. "Say, I can't help but wonder what you'd look like with a big smile on your face. I imagine it to be quite lovely, don't you think so? Winter is a beautiful season; in fact, it's my favorite. I guess you could say it reminds me of the time I used to sing and perform with my quartet." He stared off into the distance, reminiscing the past for a brief moment. "You're a lovely being, my dear. It's too bad that you prefer being sad and negative, but it's not impossible to bring a bit of positivity in your life, yes?" He turned to face her once again. Smiling.

Robert made Quiet almost immediately feel guarded. Quiet doesn't normally tend to question unsolicited kindness, but Robert's smile is just a little too killer, he looks just a pinch too pristine. How could he not be trying to sell something? Quiet wouldn't be surprised if Robert turned out to secretly be dealing cards in casinos, either...

Quiet tries to suppress their chuckles. Sillier and sillier their thoughts began to formulate!

Contus is not sure about what he's supposed to think about Quiet, as they don't appear like a too specific type to him... but nonetheless, they don't seem to be a threat either. That name can't be random. As he gets to know more about them, the doubt definitively goes away: Quiet is too polite and nice to be someone scary, and they probably aren't a spy or anything like that too... even if they do seem to look around themself a lot for no reason. To show his newfound ease, he gets a hold of his violin and proposes to either play it on his own, or play it together. He likes them, and would probably like to spend more time with them.