What's One Line your OC would say? (Medium)

"No no, follow me lead," Roswell told Wraith. As he gently hold his arm, dragging him in a Waltz dance, "1, 2 , 3, den yer twirl,"  Roswell explained with a big smile. "Aye! Loike dat!" Roswell nodded proudly, "1,2 3 and den yer twirl, yer getting de hang of it sprung!" 

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"Yer know me," Roswell laughs, "Oim always full of good ideas." Sure. Surprised by her kiss, Roswell blinked a couple times before pecking her back (iewl those boomers). "Actually," he said, "visitin' yer garden sounds loike a better plan."

"Hey, Miss B?" the teenager began to inquire, craning her neck closer and allowing her eyelashes to flutter.

"Do you know what's up with Aiden? He looks grumpier than usual. Don't tell him I told you, but he's been complaining a bit more...specifically about Minou."

Sir Root's eyes widened a little, looking over the young girl with curiosity and a bit of concern. Only 14 and already so worried about the world...How terrible. Craning his head a little, the math-man's mind wandered to how the kingdom he lived in once served to help others...Well maybe not with the personal issues--- But with others.

"Do you need a tutor in math, young one?" His voice was calm, a little egotistical, "I am quite intelligent in the more complex sides of it."

"Ah, so you're a scholar? We don't have tons of those here," the canine chuffed. With a smack of her lips, Philomena allowed her ears to twitch.

"Be careful of what you preach here; some will treat you like you are a god, and some will treat you like the trash getting caught on your feet—but hey, that's life."

"I do appreciate you being such fine company to the girl -- as you already may know, she has a preference for older men rather than those her own age," said Raphael, "Nothing concerning, but it is what she's used to, and really, I would rather her have that than the young ones that scurry throughout Laojin."

As he turned his eyes back onto Johnson, he hummed as he took a step closer to the other man, "The older one is, and the more experienced they are with people, the more likely they are to be able to handle the worst in life. Not that I would call her the worst, and I'm not so sure if you've any children, but..." He waved a hand. "Adolescents aren't easy -- especially when they writhe in their self-made filth."

get him marco kill him

"Oh, it's fine," the older man said, waving his hand dismissively as his gaze followed Marco, "It's apart of us, apart of our life -- a foreigner such as yourself would not understand the intricacies of it, I'm afraid..." Huh. Looks like he forgot culture did not negate being an asshole.

"You needn't back away," Raphael then sighed, "I do promise you that everything is fine -- really, the young lady I am mentoring doesn't mind it, because she knows that it's just life!"

"Oh no... Oh that's gross..." Marco started walking away backwards with a disgusted look on his face, as if misogyny was something you could catch. "Nooooo....." That's apparently the only thing he has to say to Raphael.
(Mega simp don't appreciate when people don't drink their respect whaman juice)

"Uh yeah!.. That's a trend where I come from. Jewels on the face ahah..." He grinned nervously and chuckled out of character, obviously lying. "Uh... Nice cat by the way.." Surely only finger guns can help him change the subject.

Zinnia allowed her fingers to stroke the large, gray, Scottish Fold in her lap. As her hand did a mix of rubbing and patting at the feline's wooly belly, Zinnia tilted her head back up to the dark-haired boy seated across from her.

"What's that jewelry on your head? Wait...is that jewelry?"

Blue didn't like Roswell, that's just a fact. So when the older thief draped his soaking wet coat over one of Xander's chairs, to accompany the other party in the kitchen, Blou had plucked a green ribbon out of the thieves pocket. She'd hide it in her makeshift nest, slept on it for days and sometimes carried the piece of fabric around in her beak when she went outside with her owner (who had no idea where Blou got that piece in the first place). Today was one of these days and when the chicken-sized bird spotted Aura she knew what she had to do, she knew what was right and jumped unpromptly out of Xander's arms. Woddled over to her and presented the, now smelling of rain and dodo, hairbow in her beak, "Worwm," Blou said with the fabric him her beak, making clear she wanted this person to have her fabric worm. 

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Blou wobbled on her chicken like legs. Her eyes totally fixated on the teen in front of her as she softly ruffled up. "Cute bird, Blou is a cute bird," she said in a voice mixed from hers, Xander and a squeaking bird's one. "Blou is a cute birrd," she repeated just to make her point more clear then flapped her wings and cocked her head. "Beans?" She meant peas with that, but after performing such trick she deserved some peas right? 

"My, my, aren't you the sweetest thing, Blou?" Zinnia chuffed, squatting down so that she could get closer to the dodo. Allowing her head to tilt, Zinnia smirked as she watched the bird's feathers ruffle up.

"Pretty Blou, good Blou."

"Still soft," Maribelle scoffed at the younger girl, "You're still soft, and I don't know what you want, but I don't even think you know what you want, either." She crossed her arms as she stepped around Zinnia carefully, keeping her eyes on the other.

"You're pretty." she then droned out, "But being pretty and nice won't do you any favors later on. What do you know about the world?"

Honestly, more than Maribelle, because at least Zinnia wasn't a wee little bitch who always complained.

There was only one fat fuck dinosaur that Maribelle had seen in her life -- granted she saw fat fuck dinosaurs all the time, actually, but those other fat fuck dinosaurs she beat the shit out of constantly, and even then, when she noticed the beast lumbering towards her, she almost reeled back.

Maybe she shouldn't have been afraid of this thing, but hey, what're you gonna do? A moment of silence passed before the girl reached her boot forward to tap Tabby. And then pet her. With her foot.

Get your nasty boots off of her, demon.