"W-why would anyone wear socks with sandals?" Aiden huffed, placing his hands on his lap.
"It-it-it's just—why? It-it-it might feel good, b-but what if they got w-wet? Wet socks have got to-to-to be one of the grossest feeling things ever."
Hi hi hi I'm a long time lurker first time page submitter. This was inspired by the OOC edition, and I was a bit hesitant at first--
Your OC shares an unpopular opinion that they have, and another character responds and shares one of their own.
The Rules:
1. Wait 3 posts before responding again, unless the previous post is 24 hours old!
2. Put a little effort in your responses. Your kiddos should give their reasoning why they have that opinion!
3. Keep responses SFW! If there's anything triggering, try to black it out or spoilerize it! If you're on mobile, you can give a warning.
"Hmm... I don't actually know why I do it? It started out because I wanted to mimic my aunt, and I guess I just started doing it for myself... I'd have to disagree though!! The sandals protect your feet from getting wet, mostly!"
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"I don't like modern magical girl anime! I've never been a fan of all those dark and bad-ending types of shows..."
"The outdoors is...nice. When you put it that way, it makes it way better! I'm not saying that it's bad; in fact, I love it a ton. I'm gonna have to say ditto to that!"
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"Dogs aren't that cute...I prefer kitties! They're small and seeing them happy makes me happy! Dogs, however... they're sort of scary..."
"Personally, I like alfredo much more than marinara. I agree. I think it's a bit of an excess of flavor for me in marinara compared to the cream. That is, if I had no choice but to choose a sauce on my pasta. I rather eat the pasta itself. But pizza? Never had it, truly. Perhaps I'll give it a try." Grandfather proceeds to pull out his phone, pulling up a number to request a particular pizza order to be delivered to his office in about an hour or two.
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"I apologize, but perhaps I'm just craving something for food right now." He lets out a light-hearted laugh. "Do you really want to hear my opinion on something? Well, I think barbecue-flavored snacks isn't good. Be rather honest, it ruins the taste. If you wanted something barbecue flavored, then eat the actual thing, with the sauce and meat and everything. There are other flavors two to three-hundred times better than barbecue chips."
"Says the guy that likes his pasta plain," Terry scoffed between bites of his barbecue-flavored chips. "AND prefers to drink Sprite. You know, I can tell you're still kinda influenced by your money. I don't think a normal person would easily tell someone to go buy barbecue that's easily triple the price of a bag of chips for anytime they get the craving. But hey, for all I know, you got a bad brand and it ruined your image of barbecue chips. Happens to the best of us. Still, gonna have to take your food opinions with a grain of salt."
"Fountain drinks are better than bottled drinks. They just taste... fresher to me."
"Hm.." Lemon frowned as he looked the strange creature up and down, eventually shrugging. "I think both are just fine. Though fountain drinks can be a bit.. watery, y'know? But alas.. liquid is just liquid. As long as it's not anything with..." He visibly shuddered, "lemons, you do you pal. I don't really care for your human-folk business anyway."
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"Alright, fight me if you must." Lemon spoke in a clearly frustrated tone, starting to cross his arms. "There's nothing I find more disgusting than the awful consumption of lemons. Well, except Michelle but that's something for another time.. Like, how could anyone think it's okay to eat them, when there are living, breathing creatures made of lemon like myself around? Would they eat me, too? Cause my my my, I hope not."
"You know, I'm going to have to agree. They're so sour...Oh...Oh." it appears she had finally processed at least a tiny bit about what the creature was. She quickly blurted, in hopes to preserve their innocence,
"Like, mean! Mean sour! I prefer nice things! Like flowers and chocolate and stuff like that!"
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"Okay, here goes...romance shows are just too cheesy. I prefer...funny...shows...comedy. Comedy keeps me intrigued. Romance is just... something I'd rather watch when I'm having a lazy day and I have nothing to do."
"Romance is boring." He rolls his eyes, then glances down to the back of his hand, where his fingers are spread out. "If it's quiet in movies, then whatever, but if it's the main focus or brought out of no where? Then it's stupid and annoying. Comedy isn't any better, though and I'd rather watch romance movies than crap comedians thinking their bullshit is entertaining." His preference of movies? Science fiction.
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Unpopular opinions? He had thousands of them. Being asked on spot, however? Not so easy. "That website..Tumblr? It's stupid and annoying."
Ahhh, the pros of living in a time where Tumblr is dead and the Internet can't even be accessed...
Gregory leaned against the wall, slumped over as he stared at Rane, puzzlement behind glassy eyes. If only he could swear, he would ask the younger man what the fuck he was talking about, but instead, he opted for the more polite version, that being--
"I don't-- I don't know..." he muttered, "The-- Oh, I-- The name sounds..." There was a pause as he looked through a mental dictionary for a word that wasn't stupid. "...It sounds childish, too much-- too much like tumble. Even I believe tumble is a better word..."
As he scratched at his scalp, Gregory's pale eyes stared the other party down, it taking him far too long for him to offer up his own opinion. He actually had to use his brain for once. And remember that he had thoughts and feelings, and his thoughts and feelings were that...
"Meat jelly is so wonderful." he managed to tell them, "Chicken is my favorite."
"Meat jelly...? What's that...?" Aider said in a slow manner, puzzled by the name of the food she's hearing. "Is it like...jelly made out of meat...? Or meat in a jelly..??" She continued to speak
"...Either way...it kinda sound gross. Maybe I'll change my mind about it when I actually see one, though..."
Aider was quiet, looking down on the next person. She took a while before she speak
"...So..." She began "...Don't you think blood kinda taste like a salted iron...?"