^ Surprised by the sudden invasion of space, Ethan juggled the orange in his hand before ultimately watching it hit the ground. Great, and he had just peeled it too. He didn't get a chance to grieve as Dante started shouting in his ear about going to a concert. If it hadn't been for that iron grip on his shoulder Ethan would have shrank from all that energy. "Uh, I-I-" God, Dante looked scary. Guy was HUGE! It was like if he said no he'd be punted off the planet! So gulping away his fears, Ethan gave him a shaky smile and said, "S-Sure?"

< His shadow is always causing bad luck to happen around him. Not a day goes by that something bad doesn't happen to him.

v "You ever had to deal with some bad luck? Could be something like tripping over a banana peel. I could use a good story right now..."

^ Praun frowned. He was all too familiar with misfortune, but to say such a thing in front of Ethan would be too callous. However, if Ethan wanted a story, he figured the least he could do was to be honest.
          "My bad luck was to be confined to this form." he started, motioning to his lycanthrope appearance. "I wanted to have a temporary werewolf form so I could go into an enchanted forest where no human can stray. I never could reverse the spell, though, and now I'm stuck in this damned body. What I wouldn't give to be free from it!"
           Praun's eyes lingered over Ethan. "However, I'm sure you must have far more misfortune than I do. Mine was my own damn fault, after all."

>Praun wanted to rescue the spirit of Death from a forest where humans couldn't enter. He turned himself into a werewolf before he knew how to reverse the transformation, and he failed his mission. He considers his werewolf body a reminder of his failure.

v "Well, then. Have you ever been in a situation where you made the wrong choice? What was the result of that?"

^ - With a roll of her eyes, Anastasia scoffed and fiddled with her fingers as she replied, "Me, making a wrong choice? You must be asking the wrong person! I would never do such a thing!" The lady let out a "hmph" and looked off to the side, hoping that the conversation would end soon and that the individual's words would be directed towards someone else.

< - actually, the most questionable thing she ever did was being a dick to her son and estranging him from her over ideological differences. although that's a pretty moot point because neither of their ideologies was, well, 100% morally correct. it's just that both sides were too stubborn to ever concede to each other for any situation, even during ones where a good family dynamic was encouraged or required.

v - "Say," Anastasia uttered with a slow blink, "You sure seem like the person who puts a lot of care into your appearance, hm? Care to tell me how you have achieved such a remarkable state? I am by no means mocking you, nor do I see myself adopting the method, but I am curious nonetheless..."

^ "Well, I'm glad you noticed!" The vampire gave a small smile, looking over his outfit. Today it was a suit and the bowtie, a classic that Damon felt oddly comfortable in. "I've always enjoyed dressing rather, ehm, 'formally' as you may put it. It seems to get some attention, but I pay it no mind." He adjusted his bowtie. "Other things are just a perk of my species."

> Damon is a vampire, but he takes it pretty lightly. He won't generally say something that gives it off unless a question or topic calls for it. Or he's just too hungry to care. One way or another.

v "So I've heard you've made a name for yourself. What'd you do to get that around here?"

^ "I like to steal."

< In canon Sal gets a bit of a name for himself though. Not only for the stealing, bur also for having strange powers (woehoe *wiggles fingers) and wearing an imp mask. People don't know it's him, but they do know the Imp of Drakenburg!

V "I got this bag of licorice. Want some?"

^ "You know, I don't use licorice as often in my cooking. If you'd let me, I'd like to have some and I can whip up something with them! I don't know what flavor you've got though. W-Well, I don't even know what kind of licorice you got in that bag..."

< Whether it be something sweet or savory, I'm sure Elliot's creativity is enough to make several meals with just a bag of licorice. Consider him experienced (since he's been cooking as a child), but he's also a genius in cooking.

v "Hey there! Is this your first time at the bakery? Please, make yourself at home. We just got a fresh batch of cookies out from the oven while you're browsing around our desserts. Please, help yourself with a fresh cookie; a treat from me! It's a double chocolate chip cookie, we used lighter amount of cocoa powder and nutella in the batter - whipped it a bit more than usual so it's softer and fluffier! I hope it isn't too sweet to your tastes..."

^ - Marie tilted her head, initially struggling to piece together every word that was said, before grinning and instantly nodding. "I'm not much of a dancer, but for you to offer to teach me how to dance is quite sweet! Of course I have to accept the offer!" She had no idea what "belly-dancing" was, but that was perfectly okay by her; after all, a dance or two was always a good way to burn off some energy, right?

< - Marie is more of the type to watch people dance than actually do it herself, but she's no stranger to dancing since she did do some steps with her husband when they were younger. These days, though, they prefer joking about being too "old and rickety" to dance anymore, despite their skeletal and muscular systems being perfectly fine.

v - Grumbling to herself, Marie put her hand up to her chin as her mouth formed into a small pout. "Hey, do you have any food on you that you don't need? I'm in the mood for a snack, but I don't have anything on hand... Help an old lady in some need?"

^ "Oh, uh... No, this is my usual outfit. I have to be at least a little presentable with clients. I didn't think I looked fancy, though..."

< He used to be a detective but quit to be a private eye. Along any case he gets he spends his time trying to find the person who killed his grandfather.

v "I, uh, made a little too many cookies. And brownies," he grumbles, blushing. Clearly he's embarrassed about his hobby. "Would you like them? They're just going to rot away at my place."

^ "Aye! Of course of course," Roswell said while shoving as many cookies as he can in his, many, many pockets. "Oi humbly 'elp yer out with dis indescriable disaster. In dese, " Roswell paused. Also paused his cook shoving for a brief moment, as if he was trying to make a statement. "Dire, dire toimes."

< Roswell loves sweets tbh! Cookies, milk chocolate, muffins, candy. He'd stolen candy from a baby before and nothing can stop him to do that act again.

V "ey! Kid, think yer git some nerves showin' yer face 'ere don't ya think?" 

^ - "Kid!?" Timothy sputtered with furrowed brows, "I'm no kid!" He huffed while subconsciously reaching for his pocket, the main place where he stored his items, including his trusty Swiss Army knife. His eyes skimmed his surroundings for a second before pulling said hand back and using it - along with his other hand - to cross his arms in an almost defensive posture. Kind of like the old days... When he'd always get talked down to... The middle-aged man shook off the memories but maintained the pose. "I could say the same for yourself! Besides, don't you know that these parts are a bit dangerous? They're not for the faint of heart if you ask me!"

< - Timothy can't stand condescending talk, especially because it reminds him of his toxic ex-boss/co-worker and ex-friend. their dynamic was... messy to say the least (with no side being 100% right), but he definitely still feels affected by it to some extent. on a semi-related note, I remember writing about him being essentially a hitman disguised as a veterinarian in his bio, yet I never really used that concept outside of here?? it's a shame because I do like it; I just don't really remember it lmao-

v - With a scowl, Timothy grumbled, "Can you repeat what you said one more time? I didn't pick up what you said previously." It seemed perfectly innocent at first sight, but his constant sideways glances and tapping of his feet suggested that he just wanted to leave as soon as possible. That, and the fact that he probably got himself into the situation by intentionally ignoring the speaker, so he could just be trying to mess with them...