^ "Ehhh...dunno...tea, I guess? Wonder if you make it as good as Takumi. jus' don't bring me along on that walk. The floor looks reeeaaally comfy right now, I might just take a nap." 

< Bugboy is generally not picky with food and drink, although there are a select few things he refuses to have. 

v  "If you're hungry, I hope you can find food for the night or something. 'm not gonna forage in the woods today. Too tired." 

^ "Then I suppose we shall both starve," a beat. "...That was a joke. Please pay me no mind, I've survived longer with less, but if you crave sustenance, I am more than willing to forage food in your stead."

< - Obey is pretty good with embroidery! Most of the things he knows how to embroider are cute pastel images, on request of his young master.

v "My apologies. I'm sure you're having a fun time blocking the entranceway for everyone else, but you're muddying the floor and I cannot mop it up with you standing dumbly like that."

^ / "Thanks, I try my best." His face held obviously fake enthusiasm, kicking off his boots. "Y'know what, I'll even lay down too, maybe take a nap; all your doorway are belong to us- or, me. Please laugh now."

< / Jericho, despite his profession turning him into a cold-blooded killer, actually enjoys cooking. A lot. He has a rule to never eat the same meal twice in one week.

v / "So you're telling me that in ALL your time, you can't hammer in a fuckin' nail? The nail is literally like, the size of my hand, dude!" He was dumbfounded. "Do you need a sledgehammer for this?"

^ "I don't eat nor do I get fuel from sub-par locations, I brew it myself." She'd tssk, pausing for a moment to search through her system for another thought. "..I suppose I enjoy getting my fix at my wife's house, she brews such nice battery acid, I'm surprised she doesn't do it more often."

< has a strange fixation on weaponry, big enthusiast about collecting old and new weapons, tends to hold more fondness for older ones though . 

v "You. I have yet to find a reason humanity is worth a second of my time, would you care to give a reason?" She'd ask even though it was likely she wasn't actually going to value a given reason, but still she was curious how someone could justify such creatures. 

^ eGor's monitor visibly buffers, as it's processors lag out a response. There are two calculations- One, eGor's internal justifications, and two, whether those itemized list of wonders could ever reach someone like Pal. If she was asking the question, there was already a 67% certainty Pal already knew the answer she wanted. This is not a case of changing someone's mind.
And still, it tries.
"Because... It is illogical to discard an entire class of sentience, and the data they may offer." It reasons, eventually. "It is, easy, to make the emotional decision here that they have no experiences worth offering. To throw them out, because they are old. But even beetles experience a side of reality that we do not, that we can not be calibrated for. Isn't that worth preserving?"

< stupid dumb hopeful robot full of earnestness and optimism amongst an uncaring world or WHATEVER. The specific dynamic of eGor's love towards humans is something that gets played with, and challenged a lot. It doesn't always work out, but it's always worth preserving.

v eGor walks over to [NP], face-plate a restrained neutral.
"Urgent." It says. It takes your hand, delicate despite it's hard plastic joints. It leads you over to a television, which bops and sings with cartoon music. eGor points. It is playing Powerpuff Girls.  eGor does not let [NP] leave until the episode is finished.

^ With some visible hesitation, Lysanthir takes a taste of the vanilla batter. Surely one little taste is not enough to kill him, if this is poisoned? It tastes normal... And so he pauses, considering the options for improving the recipe. "Ah... Well, have you added salt to it? A small amount of salt is actually important, even in desserts... it brings out the flavor. Or so I've heard. Try that," he suggests.

< Lys has very little- if any- experience cooking, being that there are servants employed to do that work for him. That being said, he has learned some things here and there from word-of-mouth, books, and the like. Also, he is very concerned about the possibility of being poisoned. Realistically, he would probably make someone else taste the batter for him.

v Lys sits across from you in his quarters, kneeling on a cushion in front of a low table. Atop the table, an esoteric elven board game is set up. You have no idea how to play. "Have you played before?" he asks, his hands folded neatly in his lap. "I can show you, if not. But it might take a while to explain." The king pauses, smiling faintly. It's a rare expression. "I'll go easy on you, once we start."

( v i wanted to tell you i love how his profile is written so much, you're a very good writer )

^^ ((ooc. THANK YOU!!! you're also a very good writer 🤠))

^ He stared at the board, six eyes tracing the winding path pictured. 

"No... but I've heard wonderful things about Elvish games," he offered, royal flattery evident in his voice, "I think I could figure it out- if you taught me, of course."

< demons are mostly just a fan of gambling, but more formalized games like chess are also common! BLACKBIRD has an excellent poker face, but he is complete ass at chess. 

v "Firefloss, it's called," BLACKBIRD said to your concerned eyes as he dissolved a cotton-candy like sibstance into water. He stirred it with a finger and then poured it into a strainer, leaving a small pile of dirt behind.

"Most other demons use it to sweeten other things, but I like it plain," He said, pouring two glasses, handing one to you, "I mean, birds like sweet things, don't they?"

  ^^ hope this is okay !!// 

^ The robot would stare at him with his optic , skeptical yet calm. "Well I, wouldn't be able to say." He would croak, watching the process the other was carrying out. "I wouldn't like to speak for what I'm not, especially.." The bot would trail off his sentence, not wanting to accidentally make a jab at the other. 

"Aha, I'm sure you .. get my point." He would say, taking the glass and looking down at it. "I'm .. sure birds do, cheer?" He would finish, lifting the cup up to his screen before hesitating. 

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< Bro has a fantastic singing voice , like if he didn't take up a job as an assassin he'd for sure make it as a classical singer or something . His voice is deep enough and he's just genuinely talented at singing . 

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V "So.." The assassin would tssk, looking towards you as his finger would trace a light circle on the top of a table, eyes locked onto you. "Say, would you be open to grabbing a drink tonight?" The robot hummed, his one optic staring daggers into you. "No catch or anything, just a nice offer." Was what would emit from his voice box, sleezy and slick. "No pressure though, I know we've all got our own business to attend." 

^ "A drink? Sure! What's life without some alcohol every once in a while?" Anil happily agreed, without any hint of hesitation. "I've drank with immortals, humans, I'd be happy to drink with a robot as a first!" He began putting on his jacket, until he paused, adding a, "Wait, can robots even get drunk?" 

< Anil probably drinks way too much, all things considered... He loves to party, drink expensive wines and chat people up. He's definitely a heavyweight, due to not being completely human it takes more alcohol for him to get drunk, which gives him more opportunity to be entertainment at parties... 

v "So," Anil began, putting his hand to his chin, "Everybody has times where they go out and socialize! Would you say you enjoy gatherings or parties with huge groups and lots of people and things to do? Or do you prefer small groups? One on one's? Or are you actually a..." He pauses, to make an exaggerated gesture as he flicks his wrist to raise a single finger, "Solo act?" He finishes off his cringeworthy scene with a flashy smile. 

^ "I mean... On the rare occasion that I do go out from The Caverns, I particularly enjoy large gatherings, but only with the subjects of The Bay. When it comes to those I'm unfamiliar with, I'd rather it be either a one-on-one, or just me by myself." She stated, giving a slight shrug as she seemed uneasy at even the thought of being with unfamiliar folks. "So, I'd say it depends."

< The Empress doesn't really get out very often so she doesn't like being with folks she isn't familiar with, especially considering she's lived in solitude for a large part of her life.

v "Speaking of people, do you like to have company over? Or is it more of a case where you'd prefer to be alone for a long while? Personally I don't like surprise visitors, especially ones that wield swords and such." She said, her fins pinning back slightly at the thought of unwelcomed trespassers that she had previously interacted with.

^ Roxanne draws in a thin breath through her teeth, at the question. She puts out her cigarette, trying to find the words to paint her bitterness with.
"...I like romance better when it's not people," She says, eventually. "You have to have a love affair in order to survive life. You have to dance with delusion. As long as I have art, I will have romance~! But, ah, people- is objectifying, no, to be as deeply revered and as loved as a painting? People don't talk about the inhumanity of being adored, what is like on that pedestal. Idolize the rain- it's much less likely to disappoint."

< Aromantic Roxanne RIGHTS. 💚🤍🖤 I'm still a little eh about giving Roxanne a canon orientation, but I was unpacking a lot of my own aro/ace identity as I was first developing her, and she became sorta an outlet to analyze the dissonance of being an object of adoration. I think it works for her, in being a "greek style muse", where her presence is inherently inspiring but comes at the cost of being treated as her own person.

v Roxanne approaches [NP] in the Walgreens parking lot. She moves with great intention and purpose as she, without explanation or any context, hands [NP] an unfamiliar set of car keys.
"You. You need this," She says, before cryptically walking off.