Your OC Is Having A Sleepover With The OC Above

With that usual pep in her step, Dolores ran her fingers through her hair and chirped, "Well, if I have to be honest with you, I haven't seen anything relating to film in such a long time! I've always been a bit more of a book person, but... Obviously..." She chuckled sheepishly while gesturing at the hallway... Which just so happened to be conveniently cloaked in shadow. How nice. "... I don't have a lot of books with me at the moment. A lot of things are expensive up in these mountains, so I really can't afford to be that extravagant now, mm? I don't want to be cheap, but..."

The old woman paused to chew her lip. Admittedly, just confessing to that was a bit cheap in of itself. What was she trying to do - get pity points!?

... Money's still a bit of an issue, at least some of the time, she wanted to add but didn't, instead opting to hum with a sunny smile, "I sort of have to focus on paying for rent, utilities, and food when I can, yes? But I hope you're able to have a nice stay up here nonetheless, sir! How about that?" Left unmentioned was the blizzard that was currently swirling about outside, but it's fiiiiiiiiiine. That was a bit too normal up in the highlands, and Dolores really didn't what the merit was in pointing out the obvious.

"Or, well, make yourself comfortable," the older woman suggested to the youth with a slightly sheepish trill, "Whichever one fits better for you." Well then. The elder then dawdled over to the kitchen stove while humming, "Besides, I'd hate to interfere too much with your filmography, sir. I believe I've mentioned this before, but a lot of artists and fellow humanities majors come up here for the views. Such views tend to be rather sparse at times thanks to the snow, but... A lot of the lowland folks tend to worship the snow as this exotic beauty, huh? I mean, I hate to sound like a highlander when I'm really not, but... Well..."

Then she paused. Well then, again.

Now starting to laugh nervously, Dolores exclaimed, "... I’ve been living here for a few years! You get used to it over time, really…”, before lifting the lid for her pot of soup and giving it a sniff. Oh, chicken stock… “So, don’t worry if this is still a bit foreign to you,” she attempted to reassure the youth with a hum, “It’s a slow process. I’m still learning, and… Well… I assume that it fits you since you’re currently studying film, yes?” She cocked her head after opening a cupboard to pull out some bowls. “What’s that like? Being a student, I mean? Are you planning to stay here for long for your film?”

She also wanted to ask a bit more about his fashion choices, especially since they didn’t exactly seem to change from the last time she met him, but… Again, Dolores remained silent on that. It was probably for the best, in all honesty… One probably didn’t want a nosy elder asking all sorts of questions after having to trek up a rocky mountain slope, after all!

maaaaaybe I'll do a follow-up for NP if I have the time??

"I hate to break it to you, but there's absolutely no fucking magic here whatsoever," grunted Fitzgerald as soon as he let the teenager inside... And regretted it. The youth raised his brow upon realizing that the other honestly seemed like a ball of limitless energy - and though he was certainly a force to be reckoned with if jacked up with enough sugar... Right now, he just wasn't feeling it. It showed via the drawl in his voice as he leaned against the doorway and sniffed, "Everything can be rationalized through scientific principle, whereas magic relies too much on faith and suspension of disbelief. It's why my boss would probably lose his shit if he knew that you were here, but..."

He then suddenly broke off in favor of glancing over at the other side of the door. Surely nobody was... Following them here, right? The youth was more than aware that neither party was in the best political situation at the moment, but did that mean he was going to stop himself from making stupid and potentially reckless decisions...?

As soon as the momentary feeling of dread faded, the youth sauntered into the house and started to proclaim his disclaimers: "So, let me make this clear, miss. This isn't reeeeeeeaaaaaally my lodging, but I still have to take care of it because the owner expects me to. It's part of the contract between myself, the owner of this home, and my boss, so... You better be on your best behavior. Hell, if I remember correctly..." He paused to lean against the kitchen counter and rub his chin in a melodramatic fashion. Occasionally his gaze, would drift over to his guest, but for now...

"... I don't think I'm supposed to be having guests over. It's not part of the contract terms. Trust me. I've read that shit a billion times in the past, and not once is that even addressed. I wouldn't want to risk pissing off my boss or the homeowner either, so..."

So what? It's a bit late to be revealing this sort of information, asshole!

With a shake of his head, Fitzgerald sniffed, "... You better stick to your best behavior while with me, or else you're getting booted. Understood?" Then, like a little bitch, he stepped over to the other, then started to relay some instructions. "Don't touch the sweets, because those are mine," he grunted while gesturing vaguely with his hand, "That's the most important rule. Oh, and don't destroy anything. But that should be obvious if you've been in the lodging business for more than a few seconds. Nobody likes homewreckers, both literally and figuratively." Oh? How the fuck did he know- Fitzgerald chuckled as a sneer started to appear on his lips... Not a good sign by any means.

"Also, don't go into my study," he hissed, "It's full of scientific jargon that you wouldn't understand. And I wouldn't want you to destroy that either." Fitzgerald sucked in a breath before quickly hopping off to the side to start pulling some shit out of cabinets... Because it was time for dinner. Joy. He flung open a door and started to file through the contents - instant noodles, packaged cookies, bags of chips, and so forth - before asking, "Are you hungry, by the way? I can cook something up just as long as it doesn't require the stove. I'm not that well-versed with 'traditional' cooking by any means..."

NP maaaay get a follow-up if I have the time!!

" g'day kid, aye what brings you here??" The bomb loving aussie stood at the door frame looking at Fitzgerald. Viskir was covered in tnt materials.  He must have been working. Fitzgerald gestured to the upcoming storm " eh? Its just a wee little storm, don't you have a home?? " Fitzgerald explained that his home was far from his current location  " ah, I see... fine you can stay but just for the night plus I don't know what a human is doing around someone like me " viskir paused letting Fitzgerald inside " aye, careful " viskirs Normally happy tone turned dead serious  " unless ya wanna be blown to smithereens " 

Andrea used to go to sleepovers, doesn't do that anymore because she was grown out of that habit. But when the Aussie invited her, Andrea accepted, because Viskir was somewhat crazy, and Andrea is interested making friends with him. The hybrid arrived at his house, with a bag of blankets and some healthy snacks, "Hello! I'm Andrea, and I heard you're from Australia! So what were your adventures there?" She said in a hyped tone, her tail wagging. Andrea looked around once she entered Viskir's house, several bombs were found, but nothing much severe. Andrea took out her snacks and shared them with the chaotic Aussie. After watching some movies, both were very tired, and Andrea changed to her pajamas and looked at Viskir, who was acting aggressive for some reason. "Are you okay man?" They took one step back from Viskir, so she wouldn't get hurt. After calming down Viskir for several hours, Andrea was exhausted and fell asleep.

The little girl came up to the anthro. A bit more excited than usual. They were having a sleepover! Hooray! Peaches handed a cup of hot cocoa over to Andrea. "Here you go--" suddenly she remembered something. Chocolate makes wolves and dogs sick! Peaches had pulled back, quickly sipping the cocoa herself. "Sowwy about that," she said, the chocolate now staining her turtleneck. "Um.. Here. A blanket. Blankets are nice, right? Right." She pulled the blanket over Andrea, covering herself as well. 

She had promised that she would stay up past 10, but by 9, she had fell fast asleep with a movie on.

“Hey, what’s a kid like you doing wandering around out on the streets, huh?” Black asked the kid who, instead of being out on the streets, was wrapped up in a blanket on the couch. “It’s dangerous, but I can’t say that I don’t blame you. I would run off and wander the streets all the time when I was little, you know? I’d interact with every stranger that was nice enough to give me the attention that my parents wouldn’t. Is that the case with you, or are you lost or something? I don’t mind, either way. You can rest here if you want. The guest room is free… Like always. But you know, it’s cozy. I made sure to get all the soft sheets and blankets on every bed on this house.”

Black paused to make a somewhat awkward chuckle, then sat down next to her. “Hey, kid, look. I don’t know your situation, but if something’s wrong, you can hang out with me for a little bit, okay? Or just if you want to have a little sleepover, that’s fine. Do you want some dinner? We have, uh… Buttered noodles, mac and cheese, and ramen. Does any of that sound nice to you?”

“Well… I guess I just really like hanging out here. I like it here more than my actual goddamn house, honestly. At least people care about me here, you know?” Black said somewhat shakily as he glanced over at Spot. He was resisting the temptation to reach out and just… Squish him. Squish that slug. It would probably help him be less anxious over… Everything that was going to happen as soon as Beatrice came home. Unfortunately enough, he wasn’t used to opening up like that, so he was just waiting for it to kick him in the ass. Also, he had a grocery bag with him. Hmm… Wonder what that was about?

“Yeah, no worries, though. I get it. My guest room has barely been used as well.” He nodded, but once again… He was still mostly focusing on the squishy baby bean that was in front of him. Once he noticed Spot’s gaze shift to him, Black gave him a small smile. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. No worries, though, I get it… And okay, Mom. I’ll definitely let you know if I need anything.”

Once Rochester left, Black shifted his attention to the slug. “Don’t tell Mom I got anything, okay?” he whispered to the slug, before pulling out a tin of Cotton Candy grapes and a giant box of raisins from the grocery bag. “These are all for you,” Black said as he gestured to the box of raisins, “And these grapes are for you all to share. I tried some. They really do taste like cotton candy, though I’m not the best judge of that. Here, have one. Be the better taste tester.” He opened the tin, plucked a grape, and placed it in front of Spot. “You can have more later. I gotta go back to hiding these, both from Mom and from myself. I really like the Cotton Candy grapes, so I’m tempted to snack on them myself.” He placed both the raisins and the grapes back in the bag, before reaching out and gently petting Spot. “Squishy…” he cooed, “Squishy baby boy. I love you! Yes, I doooooooooooo!”

Spot... Had no idea what the fuck was going on, but it didn't matter one bit. The gastropod was currently chewing on a mango slice that Rochester had given him - and considering the current environment that he was in, he was probably going to get more in the future. Utter slug bliss was his only emotion at the moment, and the man sitting across from his owner only added to the mood.

He gurgled at the guest as Rochester remarked with a raised brow, "Well, to be honest, dear... I am surprised that you want to stay here for the night, but... I have little reason to complain now, do I?" She chuckled just as Spot gurgled again, prompting the older woman to reach out a finger and gently stroke his back with its tip. "You already know how much my wife and I appreciate your company, so I'm not going to waste your time with that sort of nonsense. I just expected you to be a bit of a day visitor, mostly giving us companionship when the sun is up, but..." Spot's eyes followed Rochester's as she peered over at the spot where Black had parked his car, then into the hallways where pretty much every other room was situated.

"I just need to make sure that the guest room is... In decent condition," Rochester professed more awkwardly than before, "It has been a while since I last rented out the room to anyone, so... Give me a few seconds while I get that addressed." She paused for a second as her hands gripped the sides of the armchair; her feet, meanwhile, briefly hovered above the ground as she lifted herself up juuuuuuuust a bit, but ultimately... Rochester ended up firmly planting herself onto the seat, all for the sole purpose of nudging another mango slice towards the gastropod, who still had yet to finish up the initial slice.

Utter slug bliss indeed.

Thankfully for everyone involved, Spot opted to continue chewing on his first piece of fruit, though his gaze now shifted to the guest in question. Rochester opted to lean back in her seat for a few more seconds, before eventually lifting herself off the seat with a grunt.

This time around, she kept herself on her feet, giving both parties a glance before she asked Black, "You will be fine while I am gone though, yes? I know this sounds like a stupid question, but..." The older woman trailed off, while Spot contented himself with his fruit... And hoping that the nice man would pet him, now that Rochester was going to remove herself from the scene soon. He made a gurgling noise just as he finished up his slice of fruit. "... Beatrice should be home in a bit," Rochester sighed while awkwardly rubbing the back of her neck, "And then we can discuss the writing from there. Okay? In the moment, though, you can content yourself with fruit, tea, and Spot. Just call me if you need anything, though. All right, dear?"

She paused for a few seconds before carefully turning around and walking off... Leaving Spot alone with his friend. Spot, unfortunately, didn't know what friends were. He looked at the slice of mango laying limp alongside him, then gurgled at the youth. He wiggled his antennae occasionally but remained relatively still otherwise. It appeared that, like Rochester, Spot was fine with some nice company. It would be nice if he got some treats and pets, but... That wasn't necessary to satiate him. Right?

@ NP: Spot is Rochester's pet sea slug, so feel free to throw her into the mix if replying to a non-sapient gastropod is awkward for you!! you can also reply to Rochester instead if you want, though lmk so that I can respond appropriately!!

I'll also try my best to do a follow-up for NP if I have the time!!

Scott didn't know how he ended up having a sleepover with....a sea slug.

He recalled getting some midnight snacks at a nearby gas station, and somehow running into the little guy on his way back to his car. When he first saw Spot, he had to rub his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing things. To find something like this in a gas station confused the living daylights out of him. It was super random, but perhaps it loved exploring? After all, the world was an enormous place for such a tiny creature like Spot. Scott stared at him for a good minute or two. He felt a smile slowly tugging at the corners of his lips. He had to admit, the sea slug was adorable.

Now here they were, watching TV with the plastic bag between them. Scott bought some chips, sweet tea, and some cookies from a popular brand. Cookies were always good. As Scott opened the bottle of tea, he accidentally spilled some on the floor, causing him to mutter a curse as he stood up to find something to clean it with-

-that was until he saw Spot making his way towards the spilt tea.

"You...you like that?" He asked, quite amused to witness a sea slug enjoying some sweet tea. "Hold on, buddy. Let me clean up that mess first." Coming back with some paper towel, Scott cleaned up the mess and went to get a small bowl. After pouring the sweet tea into the bowl, he gently slid it towards Spot. "That's better. Sorry about the mess earlier. Being a guest and all, you deserve some good-quality snack, am I right?" He laughed as he switched channels.

"Ah, that's a good one." He glanced over at Spot. "I think you'll like this show, it's the perfect time to sit back and relax, little guy."

"H-hey, thanks for inviting me to this er...sleepover, in attempt to calm my nerves around bigger people I'm-i'm guessing." Venus chuckles sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. He was standing just in front of the door in his lavender pajamas with venus fly traps decorated around it. 

Venus was never one to hang around guys bigger than him, they were terrifying and even just a squeeze from their hands on his shoulder and Venus would already bruise. Things just got worse when he made a deal with the demon and turned into...what he currently is. People would steer clear of him, those bigger than him would make sure they stayed away. But this guy seemed different, Scott was his name, Venus remembered. Venus didn't know if it was the guy's way of trying to show that some big guys are nice, or if it's his way of luring Venus alone and killing him, still, Venus decided to trust him. 

"I brought some cards and snacks," Venus hurriedly speaks out, scampering over to his backpack where he takes out a deck of playing cards, UNO, Monopoly Deal, Pokemon, and about half a dozen chips. "I-I didn't know what type of card games or snacks you liked so I just brought a bunch." 

Venus then widens his eyes, "But I didn't get us any soda, oh damn." He slaps his forehead and curses softly at himself. "S-sorry, I can rush out to get some soda right now!" He chuckles in a 'crap gotta hurry' manner, putting his hoodie on over his pajamas. "Also, bit of a warning: I mumble in my sleep." 

Heres the response!!^^^

Heres some stuff about Achor since his profile doesn't have much

     "And here's where you'll be staying!" Ennette opened the door to show a fairly large guest room, one of the many the castle had. She smiled lightly at Achor. "I hope you like it. If you need anything, there are usually staff around to help!" She closed the door. "So what brought you to this country? Exploring? Sight-seeing? I'm definitely glad it lead you here, though! It's been a blast getting to meet you!"
     Achor had a strange appearance, especially with those stitchlines at his chin, but he was a very nice person and was wonderful and keep conversation. She enjoyed the chats they had, and was very interested in the events that lead to this moment. It seemed he was popular, but had some discourse with friends of his. A tragic story, one that reminded her of her father's incident.
     "I've never really had a sleepover like the kinds you've described, so I'm not sure if I can be a good enough hostess," the princess murmured worriedly while scratching at her chin. "I-I'm not even sure what soda or chips are! I-I mean, I know of them, but I've never tried them myself." Suddenly, she perked. "Oh! My father likes to sneak away to a place called McDonald's! Should we go there?"

(PicklePantry Going to continue from this incident.)

They were currently in one of the many rooms within the castle, the tiefling suggested that he kept watch over Ennette to make sure she was okay after the incident with the three assassins. When the princess was about to pick up the teapot to pour them both a drink Eclipse stopped her. "No, no my dear, it's okay I've got it, you just sit back and relax, you've had a busy night." He said softly taking the teapot from her hands and pouring them both a drink, after he sat in the chair opposite her. 

"I hope that my magical abilities didn't scare you too much my white rose." He said before taking a sip of his drink. "Lovely tea by the way." He complimented before placing his cup down and interlocking his hands together and closing his eyes. "I try my best not to show off my....talents unless I have no other choice, necromancy is a fickle subject to bring up in conversation and even more so in showing it, but....." His yellowish gold eyes opened once more. "......I would say given the circumstances, it was the right call hmm?" He said with a small smile and a tilt of his head, the golden chains around his horns and ears jingling softly with the motion. 

Even now his tattoos seemed to have more of a glow and shimmer to them, remnants of him using his magic. "How are you doing?" He asked, showing a flicker of concern as he gazed at Ennette, the end of his tail flicking on curiosity. After receiving an answer, he gave a nod. "Well.....should anything start bothering you, you can always tell me, I'm not one to judge." He said with one of his usual charming smiles. 

"Well.....I'm sure you've worked up some form of appetite." He said clapping his hands together before weaving a familiar spell and filling a nearby table with a variety of food. "Now, it's officially a sleepover..." He chuckled. 

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