She's absolutely hugging him. Maybe she'll give him some pats, too.
The oc above wants to give you a hug! Will you accept? Will you decline? Your decision!
You can also say whatever you'd like(within reason)
Rules:
This is a IC game! Use your character!
You can elaborate if you'd like, however no more than 5 sentences. That's a little too much reading for a hug.
Know what? go ham. Write a whole paragraph if you want.
Don't be rude(unless rping. Though not too rude!) and no nsfw.
You can post every 3 posts, unless it's been 12 hours.
Don't expect people to respond, however if they do it's absolutely fine! If they don't, also fine as well.
Please keep swearing to a minimum. You can swear, just watch your language!
Brown raised her brows at the teenager before asking with a slight trill, "Are you sure you need a hug - from me, least of all?", even if it was relatively clear that she wasn't just surprised by the offer; she was, in fact, pleasantly surprised, even if she was the type of person to implode over any type of physical contact. (Sorry, forum game lover and extensive not-family full of not-children.)
"Whatever," the older woman sighed with a chuff before leaning in to give the blonde a tight, motherly embrace, "I suppose I doubt it fucking matters now, even after everything you have done for me..." She paused, then chuckled under her breath while running her fingers through the teenager's soft, buttercup-colored hair and humming, "... You very much deserve it, by the way, my sweet daffodil..."
"Words cannot properly articulate how grateful I am to have you in my life, in all honesty..."
“Oh, come on now,” cooed Brown while gently waving her wrist at the other party and his impressive wolf-crown, “I know it sounds bizarre, but you have been a dear to me now too, mm? Just don’t tell Roswell about it; I think he’d fucking lose his mind over this type of shit…”
She chuckled and stepped forward before gently wrapping the fellow in an embrace; admittedly, such contact was a bit uncomfortable, but the middle-aged aristocrat actually seemed rather calm as she took in a deep breath, then let out a contented sigh.
“You know me too well then,” the older woman laughed while giving him a teasing pat on the back, “If it were not for the fact that I were already so close to you, I would have taken my dagger out and started stabbing at your hands as soon as you started hugging me back!” Uhhhh, awwwww?
Margo gasped slightly in excitement at the idea. A hug? For them! And they hadn't even met this man before! Humans could be so so kind, the trollan couldn't even believe it.
"A hug? Are you so sure?" They hovered a little closer, arms already outstretched with an unseen grin on their face, "I haven't even introduced myself yet! I'm Margo, and you are...?"
I'sen, they'd remember that name!
"Well, good to meet you!" Margo exclaimed, wrapping their arms around the man gently, ears twitching happily, "What a kind introduction!"
"Y-Y-You really want t-to hug... m-me?" Dragon asked incredulously. He'd never met Margo before, he wasn't even sure what Margo WAS, but... they asked him for a hug, and they seemed very nice, if not excitable. Was this a trap? Did they actually not mean it?
Dragon bit his lip, unsure but far, far too lonely to reject any form of affection and kindness, so he nodded and timidly stretched his arms out for a hug.
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(Thyme adopts offers to be an imaginary friend for Dragon)
"A hug? Of course, buddy!" Thymes spoke with a soft, comforting voice. He floated closer to Dragon and sank down until his feet were set on the ground. The dreameater gave Dragon a warm smile. "You're so sweet... Really." Thyme didn't hesitate any longer, leaned down and gently wrapped his arms around the boy. "I think you deserve to be loved, even if your true face is not what most people can handle. It must be lonely... I could stay around longer if you'd like me to." Thyme let go of the hug, but let his hands rest on Dragons shoulders. "We could watch your favourite TV shows or play fun games!" Seems like he's excited at the thought of spending time with Dragon.
Thyme stopped and let his arms sink to his sides. He didn't look dejected, though and instead gave Maribelle an understanding smile. "It's okay. I won't force you to do something you don't want to do." Not even fazed by the ridiculus, unbelievable insinuation that Thyme didn't give the best hugs, he slightly tilted his head. "Not everyone is comfortable with being touched. Thank you for telling me. You deserve to feel safe." Bless his soul.
It took Maribelle a moment, squinting at Thyme as the poor fellow approached her, before taking a step back once she noticed his arms stretched out wide. In an instant, she drew her head -- and her entire body, actually -- back in what was visible revulsion, as she stepped back to add a bit more distance between the two of them, and then spat out with the slightest quiver, "No, you will not."
Geez, what an grump, right? Too bad it was probably going to get worse.
"I don't want a hug from anyone." Which may or may not be a lie, but either way, it seemed she wasn't about to accept the dreamcatcher's proposal... Far from, actually. How unfortunate. I, Vapor123, stan Thyme. "Go hug someone else. I don't want you to touch me, ever. You probably don't really give good hugs. I don't even like hugs."
That was definitely a lie, seeing what this thread is titled.
Maribelle, the angriest child alive, could at least hold a father in her annoyingly buff arms. Granted, as much as she wanted a hug, she was pretty shit at giving them, but... anyways.
She was down for a hug at first, but hesitated as soon as Smithson asked that first question. Was she really sure? She was really starting to wonder if she was dumb for offering. She stared back at man, falling silent for a few moments, slowly going over the equations fogging her poor, poor head. And then, she decided... she really didn't know if she wanted a hug, after all, and it was all thanks to one simple question. She honestly assumed he wasn't fond of touch, either.
So, she shrugged at the man, and said, "I'll just... go make the hot chocolate, I think. And the food. Give me thirty or forty minutes, sir."
This was a once-in-a-lifetime chance, old man.
"Are you sure?" Smithson quickly responded to the girl's offer, if only because he was pretty sure that she didn't like it when she was touched. Sure, she happened to nudge him with her shoe, but that was different; he was fine with being touched, but whether she'd tolerate being touched by him or would try to punt him into the sun for a brush against her shoulder was - well - an entirely different story. "I mean, it almost seems a bit of an out-of-character question for you to be asking. Are you sure you're okay, or do you still want that hot chocolate of yours?"
Regardless of the answer, though, Smithson just chuffed, "Fine, though, if you want," before stepping forwards to take the hug - if she planned on delivering it in the first place - or punch, or anything that she planned on giving him (because apparently, at this point, he was able to treat a not-daughter with more decency than his own biological son).
In fact, Smithson had asked the question as a test, and he was already regretting it in the most promising note possible.
While he stared the demon down, the middle-aged man grunted, "Well, yea - at least it's free of charge," before stepping forwards and holding his arms out. Oh, to be hugged so that he could be put out of his misery... Or not, as the resulting hug from the demon, although gentle, was awkward enough to make Smithson implode anyways.
"I think you can let go, since you're probably the one with the lighter grip, if I have to be honest with you."
His eyes widen in shock and in disbelief. Never! Lauderdale will never accept this hug! "NO, not you again! You disgusting beast!", as he turns and runs the other way. An older gentlemen, but he was surprisingly fast!
"What a pleasure and honor to hug you my dear. Of course you may have at look at the ears." As Lauderdale slightly bends down for her to have a better look. "But you don't have to bore yourself with this silly old thing. But this garment on you. It is exquisite. The patterns and material... Yes..." A smile soft smile across his face as he gentle takes her hands in his. "M'lady. My dear sweet lady. The club is meant for gentlemen only unfortunately. Nothing too exciting for you ladies. Just a bunch of boring old chaps piping on their cigar talking about politics. But perhaps your husband may enjoy it, yes?"
"Oh, aren't you a fancy man?" the woman cooed, as she looked up at Lauderdale, though she wasn't at all unused to "fancy men", as she put it, "That's nice... that's nice..."
Aminia then perked up, and added, "Ah, but you wanted a hug, didn't you? I'm quite the hugger indeed, sir -- but, so long as you'll let me see if those ears of yours are real or not, I'll give you the greatest hug alive." Thankfully, she didn't need the money. "You should also tell me a bit about this social club of yours. It sounds so very exciting, mister."
It was a good thing Aminia was so receptive to hugs -- and wanted one from the other woman, who she scuttled up to to meet halfway, her arms outstretched. Hugs were so warm, and fuzzy, and familiar, and Gods, she loved them as much as she loved Odette's hair.
"You should hug people more often." Aminia said to Odette, as she brought the other party into an embrace. Unfortunately, Aminia was obnoxious, and the idea of permission went over her head. At least Odette was more polite than her, obviously. "Besides -- get some more hugs, get some more warmth... I'm sure that I am quite warm, though. The cloak helps. Your shoulders are so bare, so if you would like something, in case a chill hits..."
Raising her arms awkwardly, Odette curiously approached the young woman, her steps light.
"Grandmother tells me it is impolite to touch others without permission. I wish to have a 'hug' and so, I have my arms out as a forewarning. I've not hugged anyone other than grandmother and grandfather, though they have always hugged me first. If it is alright, I would like to feel your warmth as well."
((NP is free to give me a big chunk of text if they want, I'll try to respond to whatever I get!))
Odette softly nodded at the older woman's confusion. However, after hearing the discomfort in the woman's voice, she simply lowered her arms, a small pout playing on her lips.
"I am not a lamb, I am a human," She complained, "and I play with the big bear family in the forest all the time!"
Although discouraged, Odette still had the urge to hug. However, recalling her Grandmother's words, she restrained herself. Her cheeks puffed up slightly, she could only look at Beatrice with a puppy face.