Your OC Is Having A Sleepover With The OC Above

How they ended up here... was a good question. As already stated, Maribelle wasn't big on slumber parties, and Hell, she absolutely refused to call this visit such a thing. If it even counted as a visit. She knew she wouldn't be able to make it back to the base, so she reluctantly settled down in a roadside inn. With Zinnia. And using the last of her money.

There was some pain.

But, hey! At least she bought... tube socks... and an overly designed planner... and glittery nail polish... The nail polish, actually, she immediately hated upon applying it, washed it off, and passed the damn bottle to the other teenager. A whole eight bucks wasted. Let's hope the remaining twenty bucks weren't so, because it was the last bit of cash she had left.

Maribelle finished off the last of her push-ups-- as if this was the proper time and place to do push-ups-- and flopped over onto her back and on the floor. She stared up at the ceiling, studying the cracks as she breathed in and out slowly, her body aching. "I mean, I guess the nail polish looks alright on you." she huffed, "Better than it does on me, anyway. Glittery is tacky." She paused to rub her nose. "I should've just gone to the library instead." At least she had her planner, and that was enough reading for her tiny brain.

"I can't wait to leave this place, though." She added, placing her hand over her throat. "I know my mentor will be furious with me when I return, but I can't just walk through the cliffs back home when it's pitch dark. It's not like here. There is no night sun."

Who needs a moon, anyway?

"I'm sure your parents wouldn't be happy, either, so," she sighed, "I think I'm going to go early... early, whenever I wake up, you know. I usually wake up before the sun rises." She lifted herself up and stared at the two beds behind her, one of which the younger girl was seated on.

"Check for bedbugs." she ordered, "I don't want to bring them back with me."

maribelle: yeah who would've fucking guessed

"Let me get this straight," droned Johnson to the girl with a raised brow, as he paced around the admittedly frugal room... For an aristocrat, at least. Neither the walls, ceiling, nor floor were adorned with the most extravagant decorations, but there was still enough ornamentation to make it clear that the middle-aged man was someone of status. And he acted that way too, as he preened himself and continued with a wave of his hand, "You really, really don't like her, right? The shrew? The bitch?"

As he recounted all of this, a wry smile that bordered on becoming a sneer edged its way onto his face. Apparently all of this shit was funny to him? So much for trying to get these two women to get along, in some odd form of morbid, unconventional solidarity.

Now he just wanted to see them duel to the death, yet even then, it was pretty obvious which side he was rooting for as he raised a brow at the girl's steel-toed boots with an obvious simmering admiration in his eyes.

Johnson chuckled and remarked, "I mean... I wouldn't blame you now, huh? She made so many transgressions against you that it's impossible to forgive her. I don't know what either of us expected from her, but they were... Never meant to be that high. Ever." He paused, before his laughter became harsher, more malicious in nature. "Listen," he explained to the teenager with a wave of his hand, "Her family dragged its name through the mud a long time ago. They... Were part of some scandal, I think. Was bad enough to make them go down a rung or two. She was supposed to help get them back to where they were, but..."

And it was obvious where it'd all go from here, as he started to cackle, "And then, she failed! Somehow!" His stoic facade completely broke as he slapped his knee, then didn't even try hiding the grin that he was currently giving to the younger party. "It's just... All so pitiful, really!" Johnson sniffed, "Imagine being like that... I don't think she was ever that fond of bugs in the first place, but... I think you made her dislike them even more." Goodness, did his voice brim with pride as he uttered that. It was... Too obvious, really, that he did relish in the downfall of his friend - in spite of their "alliance."

Gee.

"But that asides," the middle-aged man sighed before taking a few steps toward her, "you're just here to station, right? No elaborate revenge plan, whatsoever? I bet she's plotting her grievances against you right now, if I have to be honest..." He leaned in as a snakelike smile replaced the wide grin he had earlier, though thank goodness he didn't actually put a hand to her ear. "... I think you should start planning now, just in case. You never know when she might attack again..." He chuckled before standing back up to his full height. "After all, revenge is always best served... Sweetly. I have some chocolate truffles in the kitchen if you want some right now. It's the least I can give you while you stay for the night."

destroy the bitch, Sean. it's what he deserves.

follow-up time, laddies............

He often had teammates who crashed at his apartment. Having someone over wasn't a foreign thing to him. As a person who had one of the more flourishing social lives within his college, it came as part of the package to have people around the house. Usually, bodies would litter his living room after a party, leaving him with several others. Sometimes said others would leave the next day, sometimes it would take them a few days to move onwards. 

To be alone was more uncommon than not being alone, which unfortunately did come at a price. His early childhood was spent by his lonesome, either in his bedroom or out in the forests behind his house. Though he had two sisters, they played with each other rather than share his company, always claiming that his lack of personality was creepy or weird and that they didn't want to be around him. At that age, he never put much weight in their words. Being alone had been fine with him, he preferred it. Without anyone around, the daydreams had been endless. 

He stands a few ways off behind the couch where the elserly man sits. It's semi-late, with the clock on the wall showcasing the delight of midnight. Already he's placed tea out, figuring that the vegans who gave it to him might be pleased to know he offered it out to some old man. 

One hand runs against the bare of his own chest, then drops to the cotton of his pajama pants. Fingers twitch along the black fabric and internally, he struggles on what to say. Young people were easy. All one needed to do was bring memes up, or talk about the latest trends in fast food. Men this age? Was he supposed to ask him if he wanted to watch the weather for tomorrow. 

"You'll have to let me know if it gets too cold." Maybe the weather could be a step into the right direction. "I've got more blankets." A hand lifts, pointing over his shoulder with him thumb to a dark hallway. "They're more suited for winter."  A pause. "Sometimes I wish I lived in Texas. Boston is great and all, but the snow gets annoying after awhile."

You don't have a personality. 

"It's like, nice in Christmas, but it's not even Halloween yet and it feels like December."

You're never going to have a personality. 

--

His attention flutters over her face, drinking in the illuminating brightness of her features. She was so joyful, innocent, and like fine china. Even with her stammering and puppy excitement, she wore the behaviors well. A smile places itself further against his lips, some sense of honesty within it. He was accustomed to laughing on cues, grin on cues- but this felt real, genuine. 

"You sure you want to learn about baseball?" Inching closer, he forces his eyes form her radiance and around the area of the castle they're in. There's a sensation of being watched, but where the eyes are, he couldn't pin. Cameras, maybe? Did royalty even use those? "I can show you how to play it, if you want. But you could also show me your room." Slowly his attention filters back to her face, one corner of his lips sharpening higher than the other. "Bet you've got cute things there."

(he sounds sinister, but I swear this girl makes his heart soft)

"Y-You know, no one's ever written a personal letter for me before," Ennette said with a shy smile on her face, one she hid from Sean as she turned her back to him and fidgeted with the decorative buckle at the center of her dress. "So it made me really happy when I got one. I couldn't believe everything you wrote! It was so... s-so sweet! I didn't think it was creepy at all!" She quickly spun around to smile at him, despite the bright red blush covering her entire face. "Sorry that I asked you to come here instead of a graveyard. You said you weren't sure if princesses were a thing anymore, so I figured maybe being at the castle would change your mind!" she laughed lightly. "Sorry again, it must be overwhelming. My daddy told me that the royal families weren't well known until recently, so I can understand why you were skeptical. Oh! And there's a graveyard here too! It's at the south end of the castle, I can show you that later t-tonight if you still want to go to one?"
Ah, that word. Tonight. A harmless one but one that proved they'd be here at the castle for the night! Sean would be here for the night! Her dad was incredibly against it and looked like he would have spat fire the minute Ennette told him about it, but in the end buckled. She could tell he sent someone to keep an eye on them, even if she couldn't see wherever they were, but she hoped that seeing how kind and trusting Sean was in person would ease everyone's troubles. And it was true! Sean was wonderful! He was so friendly and kind, and so strong and... and dreamy...!
Ennette quickly stiffened and spun around to face her back to him once more. Oh no, Ennette, oh no! How could you think that about him so soon?! Just because he sent you a sweet letter and was here being even sweeter...! No! You'll scare him away if you act so strange!! Act natural, that's right. Deep breaths now. In... and out... Act natural.
The princess spun back around, a stiff smile on her face and strands of hair curling upwards. She looked the opposite of natural. "Th-There's still some time before dinner," she said. "Until then, you said you were a baseball player, right? Could you explain baseball to me?"

That was so cute sobs

I hope this is acceptable X//D

"I've never been at a sleepover with a pretty princess before!" Prim chirped, waddling back into the dimly-lit room - the only thing illuminating it was a lamp by Prim's bed - and bringing her dolls along. It wasn't exactly a sleepover, as Enette was tasked with being Prim's babysitter for a couple of hours, but in the little girl's head, that was, in fact, a sleepover - she was even planning to beg her father to let Enette stay for the night when he came back home.

"This one will be you." The little girl offered the princess a blonde, almost white, haired doll before sitting on top of some pillows on the floor. Then, she picked up a black-haired doll for herself and a toy rocket.

"Do you like to play astronautics? We can pretend our dolls are pretty princesses like us, and then they go to space! Oooh, maybe there's the extratoasties there too!" She said, with a small struggle trying to pronounce the word extraterrestrials. "Then the princesses fight the evil extratoasties with their super amazing rocket! Pew pew!!" Prim said, swaying the rocket as if it were flying. 

"Oooh, after that, the pretty princesses go to the milky way!" Prim opened her arms, imagining the stars in front of her. "Then they pick up some stars to bring home later..." She looked around for a moment, trying to think in what could be the stars, then got up and ran to another room. When she came back, she showed Enette some star-shaped beads. "These are the stars." She smiled. "Aren't they pretty? Mommy gave them to me!"

"So. How was your day, Primmy?" Xiu say over her shoulder, hearing about her lil sleepover bub's day while preparing the mattress.

Okay, done. The mattress and pillows all good, a nice and warm bed for Prim and facial clean for Xiu, some packed healthy night snacks and toiletry bags for both. What, we're lady, gotta be beautiful even in sleep and dream. That would be a needed knowledge, not only for ladies but gentlemen as well, to take care of themself.

"Do you care about learning some princess stuffs?" Xiu winked, speaks playfully with makeup set on her palm. They're safe and friendly enough to not to hurt anything on Prim's, after all the things, Xiu'd hate ruining such a sweet cute skin of a child as Prim. So she will handle things with care and make her lil sleepover mate best gorgeous princess!

The teenager blinked slowly, staring at the game board before glancing back up at the pink-haired woman seated in a separate chair. He never expected to see the woman, who previously offered a snack to him at a festival a week earlier, once more.

"Heh, y-you were j-just lucky that t-time," he stated, allowing his thumb to stroke his freckled cheek. He then reached over to grab a couple of die, juggling it around inside of his closed fist before tossing them back on the board. After processing how many of the assorted dots were facing up, he held one of the brightly-colored game pieces and began moving it along the tiles, tapping the piece against the board out of habit. He then reached over for a card, flipping it over and reading it. With a pair of furrowed eyebrows, he nudged his game piece back a couple of spaces.

"Yep, r-r-really lucky. D-don't get c-c-cocky. Who knows, p-p-perhaps I-I can mmmake a c-c-comeback?"

He doesn't recall what got himself into this situation in the first place, but here he was, getting ready to shuffle a deck of cards while his guest sat criss-crossed across from him. 

"So Aiden, was it?" He spoke, interrupting the muffled background noises coming from the television. "If I'm being honest here, you don't really look like the type to have friends." After shuffling the cards, Benny gave both himself and the lad his own share of cards. "I'm no therapist, but I suppose I could lend you an ear. How about you tell me some things about yourself?" He placed an identical card to the stack and awaited Aiden's turn. "You're in my house after all. It's only natural we should try to get to know each other." He flashed him a snarky grin. 

While (in his opinion) he had better things to do, he figured it wouldn't hurt to have a good midnight snack. Before going with his plan, Benjamin wanted to see just how much Aiden would be missed. After all, it would be troublesome if multiple people became too curious about his disappearance.

He raised an eyebrow. "Good God, I'm so hurt!" He looked at Rin with eyes that screamed with exaggerated pain. Then, as if nothing happened, his facial expression changed back to normal "Really, that's a first." He replied. "Little cat, I'm afraid you have no choice but to deal with my, you know," he leaned closer as she tried to back away. "stale stench." 

Benny looked at the popcorn being shoved into her mouth despite her claims and laughed. "Whatever you say, love. Just make sure you take care of your hygiene outside like a good little kitty." 

Fun fact: Dolores actually liked cats, even if - well - she had a dog. And was probably a dog person at heart too (though she had yet to really pick a side on the cats versus dogs debate).

That was probably why the elder didn't seem at all fazed by the cat-like Gogin staying at her home for the night, though- Actually, in hindsight, she sort of was! She had heard of the other being fond of explosives and shiny things, so... There were two worst-case scenarios that could come out of this, and neither were particularly appealing. The first was just the old woman losing some trinkets - like an old pendant that she forgot existed - or a few kitchen utensils. The second, and obviously worse, outcome was her house going boom.

Dolores sure as fuck was hoping her house wouldn't be in flames by the end of this, as she meekly piqued in to her guest, "I... I hope you're not feeling too bothered by the cold, miss? I turned up the heat and everything-" She turned her head when she smelled something sweet coming from the oven, prompting her to go over to it and open the door. For a few seconds, the elder coughed while waving away the vapors, but after that initial buffering moment, she happened to pull out what was in there: a pan full of chocolate chip cookies. Wow!

The elder passed by the cookie jar - which didn't contain pre-baked cookies, unfortunately - before setting the pan of still steaming hot cookies on the countertop. She frowned for a second as she stared at the golden-brown dough and milk chocolate chips; she wasn't hungry, just judging the skill behind her recipe. The outcome didn't seem too bad, though, so she sniffed before perking her head up at the other party and asking her usual question when it came to guests:

"You're hungry, right? I just happened to make something, if you want some. I plan to make soup later on too, if you want something savory. I was thinking of perhaps broccoli and cheddar. Soup is always nice for this type of climate..."

Every time, this seemed to happen: she'd bake something, and then happen to be planning some type of soup later on. It was actually a coincidence this set kept coming up, but baking and cooking did happen to be Dolores's two primary mainstays back when she worked as a maid. Oh, and being subservient, but that was kind of expected for all folks of her ranking. She gently poked a cookie to see if it had cooled down enough, then started to peel them off the baking sheet - one by one - in order to place onto a plate for... An early afternoon dinner, apparently? Not that Dolores really knew what a sleepover was.

Then something suddenly arose in Dolores's brain... Did she have a spare room for the other party? Oh dear, oh dear... I hope that I do... And that she isn't feeling particularly cranky... (She did; she just kind of forgot it existed sometimes. Oops!)

mom said it's MY TURN to make a follow-up about the old people. thank you vape for this good food..... :")))

[ft the rat again because noel already has 100 strokes a day leaving her alone for more than two hours--]

Noel didn't like to rely on others, but alas, Haratel was only getting colder, and though the mountain on which Dolores resided was even more so, she did have blankets, and hot water, and everything else necessary for living in a place as wintry as... ugh, as wintry as Snowpoint. No shit the city called Snowpoint would be freezing, but anyways...

"I have to find some way to repay you for taking us in tonight." He said to Dolores as they lingered in the kitchen. He prayed that washing the dishes, as he had already done after dinner, would be enough. Thankfully, the older woman wasn't the greedy type, unlike him. He would have squeezed out as many thanks as he could get if he was the one offering a roof over a traveler's head, and he wouldn't feel a shred of guilt, and because of that, it was also a good thing he and her were close. He was much less likely to body slam her into such obligations.

"She's already asleep in the living room." Fortunately, he was able to keep his fucking voice down. "It's not the most ideal place, but don't wake her, please." Not because he wanted to savor the peace and quiet, or because she looked adorable when she slept, but because kicking the kid's ass back into the waking world always seemed to startle her. Also the peace and quiet thing, but... You know. "It's just been a while." he carried on, "The West gets so cold that trying to sleep is -- well, it's hard. It's always been for me, though. I haven't slept in fourteen years."

That was a joke. Maybe.

It was kind of Dolores, though, to allow what essentially were two squatters into her home. Two cynophobic squatters. Two cynophobic squatters that smelled like shit.

Noel kept his gaze turned down on the bowl he had been scrubbing down, his lip curled as he worked. Again, he hoped cleaning up would sink himself deeper into Dolores' good side -- especially when this motherfucking piece of beef seemed to stick to the inside of the goddamn bowl.

"Alcohol makes you tired, though. Thank goodness you don't really seem like much of a drinker." he commented, "Actually, I can't see you drinking at all. Maybe a glass of wine twice a week before you sleep, but nothing more than that. Even then..." He trailed off as he finally wiped the stain away from the bowl, and then pulled it from the water to inspect it. "Have you? Ever? You already don't like saying 'shit'..."

He was going to ruin this moment.

noel wants flesh.

"Now that I think about it, this is your first time in the castle, isn't it?" Allegro said over his shoulder as he strode down one of the many long, long corridors. "I imagine it's something to get used to. Apologies if it's overwhelming. I'll take you back to your home in the morning, after you get some rest. Or after you find your horse. Still, I'm quite amazed this... Bonbon, was it? I'm amazed this Bonbon could disappear from you so quickly. Granted, I don't own horses, so I can't even begin to understand what goes into their maintenance. Maybe I'll have the chefs bake something sweet to lure her," he chuckled until a banshee screech coursed through the lonely hallway. It was a terrible, bone-rattling shriek, nearly creating cracks in the windows. Despite that, the prince didn't falter.
"Apologies for that, too," he said, not looking at Noel. "That's my brother, En. He's practicing his singing for a grand ceremony coming soon. It doesn't sound it, but he's improving!" he laughed lightly. "Don't worry, he'll be done soon, so he won't be waking you in the middle of the night. It reminds me, though, that we're coming close to a room I'm quite comfortable with." After a moment, Allegro stopped at said door and opened it. Inside was a room large enough to house a grand piano, its sleek, black shell contrasting against the soft pinks and beiges of the room. Large couches and chairs lined the walls, save a round table meant for treats. The prince walked towards the piano, gloved fingers gliding gently against the ivory keys. "Would you care to listen to some piano music? There's a piece I've been writing, and I think it would help having an audience to give me feedback. I'd also love to continue our conversation from long ago. It's always refreshing to listen to family troubles; it sounds so... human to me, if that makes sense?" Allegro laughed, "Where are my manners? I bring you into the castle and already I'm forcing you to humor me. Don't feel like you need to listen to my piano, though I do believe I'll linger here a bit longer. The dining area is further down the hallway, if you'd prefer to have some dinner. They can also bring it here, too."

The teenager, admittedly, felt tentative around the much older siren. When her mother mentioned arranging a sleepover for her, she was expecting someone that she was more familiar with, or someone of a similar age as her. Allegretto fit in neither of these categories—in fact, she barely even knew anything about this man prior to her getting dropped off.

As she listened to the elder party speak, Zinnia nervously wrung her fingers. Her gaze was focused on the floor, but she still listened intently to what he had to say. With an pair of eyebrows raised, Zinnia shifted in her spot and craned her neck closer.

"Wait, you said that you were a prince, right? I thought my mom was just saying that as a compliment, heh," the girl chuffed, moving her hands over to her arms and allowing her fingers to squeeze her sleeves. She didn't really have an opinion on actual royalty itself. She knew of the ones that she heard of from the occasional fairy tale she was told when she was younger. The man that was sitting across from her, not so much. Zinnia wasn't sure what else to say, so she resorted to stating:

"You have such an important job. You should tell me more about it."

Tabby, as expected, had no idea what a sleepover was. She didn’t even really comprehend the idea of anyone staying over at someone else’s house for the night, but that was probably because she was asleep ninety percent of the time, so it most likely didn’t matter that much to her singular, non-sapient brain cell.

“You should be fine with her at least, right?” Brown inquired to the teenager, in reference to the huge reptilian ungulate snorting and sniffing the ground right next to the two women. She paused for a moment to look up at Brown with her usual doleful, half-lidded gaze. Almost as if this was a stupid question to be asking, really. Unlike Minou, who hated pretty much everyone, Tabby was more than happy to just have a good time as long as she was given a fuckton of food along the way- Okay, that was exaggeration. She didn’t even need that much food to be content, as Brown figured out when trying to convince her lover to feed her dinosaur - for laughs.

It took one berry from his terrified hand to satiate her. One. One berry. Brown was almost disappointed, but at least he didn’t fucking die in the process.

The dinosaur approached the girl and gave her a long sniff. She supposed that as long as the girl and that tasty sweater of hers stayed over, everything would be okay. Brown would be there to supervise everything, and maybe the dinosaur could get a free munch of those pink fibers… As a treat. Oh, and the blonde was nice too, Tabby supposed if she could actually think. She gave her treats and rubbed her cheeks, and that reminded her of Brown. Tabby liked Brown, obviously. So it was only natural that the dinosaur gave her another sniff before settling near her.

The middle-aged aristocrat who owned this docile reptile explained further with a wave of her hand, “I plan to keep Minou in another room anyway, so you should be fine. I have to do so when guests stay over, because otherwise, she’d be fucking screeching and trying to bite their asses off for the entire night.” And true to her words, one could faintly hear the screeching and wing-flapping of the avian menace herself as she hopped to and fro within the locked room, most likely begging for release or food. Brown ignored her calls in favor of continuing, “Not that it happens often,” before allowing her voice to diminish so that she could mutter, “Or that I really mind it, either…”

Worst. Hostess. Ever.

At least Tabby was there to help make things a bit better as she blinked at the guest before starting to chew slightly at her sweater- Okay, maybe not then! But honestly, when one was stuck with an accused murderess (who also happened to be your overprotective not-mother) and her aggressive bird, the bar was really fucking low. Maybe the docile dinosaur who happened to eat clothes every so often would be good after all. Why not?

Tabby gets another friend. for better or for worse.

follow-up time.

He promised the owner of this beast that she would be in safe hands. He assumed all he needed to watch out for was either of his daughters trying to catch a glimpse [or more, in regards to the eldest], so the nobleman wasn't as apprehensive as he probably should have been. All he did was shove her into the stables, anyway, throwing her into an empty stall with nothing but a block of hay and water.

Really, though. His feelings of Brown aside, he did like Tabby. Animals were better than people, and all that jazz, and it was even better that she was such a slothful thing. And way, way better that he hardly did anything to care for her at all. It was cheating, honestly, as stable boys scurried in and out of the building, checking every few hours on the horses and the dinosaur.

Otto opened the stall door, and then closed it again as he stepped inside. As quiet as night was, Tabby was likely to be asleep, but he decided to see her nevertheless before he finally retired to his chambers. He wanted to make the visit brief, however. His obnoxious, silken sleep robes were too short to keep his old man ankles warm.

He came to a kneel beside Tabby, placing his lantern next to his leg, and rested his free hand on her side. In a hushed voice, he spoke to her. "Your owner is a cruel pest, but you aren't like her, hm?" He ran his hand across her flank, letting out a sigh. "No, sweetling, no... You're a cutie, a real doll..."

Moving his hand away from her, he then combed his fingers through his hair, "There will be fruit in the morning for you, precious. I try not to feed the horses too much for their health. I don't know if it's the same for you, but surely you can survive off of what they eat... Hay, grains, and what not..." He supposed he should have requested a blanket for her, at the very least. Middle October tended to be rather harsh, and he figured it was heartless to let such a sweet angel baby girl such as Tabby sleep in the stables without much covering than the walls around her, whilst the other animals got something to ensure they wouldn't get their ass kicked by the cold.

One of the maids can fetch it for her. he thought, as he resumed petting the animal, I'll ask on the way in.

he is at his limit with this 50 yr old fursuiter lady