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Okay, I've had this idea for a while, but I didn't know if I could put it out in text right. Well, I can try, at least!
So, basically, your OC asks the OC above them asks something about another OC that the person above owns. The question can be nearly anything! Just keep in mind that the OC above may or may not actually know much about the specific question.
So, anyway, rules:
- Important things first, no NSFW at all. I can't mature block this. Keep my Nachtkrapp eyes pure, please!
- Sensitive/triggering content is allowed, but must be blacked out or in a spoiler box. If you're not sure, it's better to be safe than sorry.
- I highly suggest to people that they put, at the very least, what universe/storyline their character is in, if any! This is to avoid someone asking about an OC from a completely different universe that the above OC has literally no idea about.
- As already stated, the question must be about an OC that the above person owns! So don't ask the above person about one of your OCs or about a completely random character that you found somewhere.
- Questions and answers should both be IC! As in, the character is asking, not you, and likewise with answering.
- That being said, I'm not going to require answers, as I know how stressful follow-ups can be sometimes. However, they are highly recommended, as it's part of what makes the game fun!
- Don't be rude! Rude OCs are okay, but I won't tolerate people being rude OOC.
- Please wait for at least 2 replies or 24 hours to go by before responding again.
Alright! If this goes IC, please ignore it. The first person who posts can get a freebie! If nobody posts in an hour or two, I'll throw one of my babies in the fray.
Lowkey wheezing at that 4-way snipe we started with, not gonna lie.
(Sorry for it being short, I'm not good at prose or writing a lot x0x. I figured cutting straight to the point would be alright for this type of game.)
"Sooo, how do you feel about Enihs? You both like to bake, so I'd assume you'd get along. Unless to two are like, rivals, or something. I know you prefer homemade meals, but do you ever go to her restaurant?"
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You can ask him about anyone he shares a folder with, or Theus (profile pending but an au of him is linked in the profile of the the character hes an au of)
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"Selene, Selene... Oh! Yeahh, that's Theus's mom. I never really met her, Theus seems fond of her, though. As for why she faked his gender, uhhh... They're Gerudo, and Gerudo are entirely female, and if there's a male, then like. 99% of the time, it's the same dude being reborn again and again, and he's evil or some shit. There's still a bunch of wreckage and shit from the last time it happened, still people alive who lost family to it... I guess she just didn't want him to be judged or something, he doesn't talk about it much."
(I know literally nothing about Legend of Zelda, so this is kind of vague and short, my apologies!)
"So..." Fulvous glared at the fae in front of them, folding their arms and gently huffing, "I don't know shit about this fucking place, so... I want to know about Selene, or whatever the fuck her name was. Why the fuck would they take a child for their gender? She must have been in some fucking pain or whatever, right? Maybe I'm just an non-binary bitch- no, I am a non-binary bitch- but I don't fucking get why they would do that to her. Or did she even want the child? Was she one of those people that never wanted their child and ignored them? That's the reason why I don't actually know what the fuck a family is like, so I wouldn't be surprised."
“Well, if you’re trying not to be offensive, maybe don’t call me ‘sir’ next time. I’m a they. I mean, you probably didn’t know, but I’m still going to be a bitch about it because I can!” Great start? “In all technicality, I’m not a scientist. I’m an engineer, they’re different. Related, but different. Also, I’ll only hurt you- at least, physically- if I fucking feel like it. Luckily for you, I don’t feel like it.”
Fulvous paused for a moment to listen to Arnold’s questions about their cat, before answering, “Yeah, I love superhero comics! They satisfy my supervillain side… Which is all sides, but what the fuck ever! No, Pistachio doesn’t get into them, at least not intentionally. Sometimes she’ll accidentally knock them down. She’s actually a relatively calm minion… We’ll see one day if she does decide to be mean for once and maul you, though! Yeah, I bring her to work. Nah, she doesn’t really bother me. At most, she just wants a little bit of love and attention, which I am very happy to have a break just to have my little baby! And yea, we have a litter box at work. Would you rather just have the cat pissing and shitting in random corners? Didn’t think so.”
Another pause was taken for Arnold to ask more questions, this time about the King, and this pause was longer before Fulvous answered, “Nah, I hate him. He’s nice sometimes, but he sees me and everyone else not as a true equal, just something to be studied. Maybe. I feel like that, anyway! It doesn’t fucking matter one damn bit!” The truth was… Fulvous’s feeling about Sanguine were somewhat conflicted. They couldn’t process exactly what it was, but they didn’t hate him, they just… Hated him. That was all they could really think of it as. They had saw him as a close friend before Vermilion had attacked them, and even though Sanguine took their side and tried his best to prevent anything else from occurring, they hated him, for no real valid reason… At least, not one they understood yet.
"Uhm, sir, it's really not too often that I run into an, erm," Arnold glanced upwards and flicked his wrist at the engineer, ".. would it be offensive to call you a 'Mad Scientist'? Uh, I don't wanna be 'insensitive' or anything, I know the place that you work for could .. honestly put me in some danger -- so, just uh, pretend I didn't say anything bad." Sure, buddy.
Nonetheless, with a shake of his head, Arnold continued. Surprisingly, very nonchalantly considering what kind of a person he was conversing with.
"Uh, I heard you like comic books, though? I like comics every now and then too, but my stupid fuckin' dog would always tear the shit up outta 'em. Uhm, does your cat ever get into your comic books? I, uh, doubt it. But -- most of the cats I've ever met are usually assholes. They're cute, sure, but ah, I always get mauled by them." No shit, you're not exactly the most ordinary looking man out there. For several reasons. This is post was made by cat-lover gang.
"Speaking of your cat, I heard you mentioned you bring the little thing with you .. to work? Doesn't she .. ever get on your, uh, nerves whilst you're working? Do you have a special office litter box for her?" Arnold gritted his teeth awkwardly and cackled. Awkwardly.
He lightly and finally plopped himself down onto the ground in front of them, seeing how damn awkward it probably was to just be standing there .. being, legit 2 feet taller than Fulvous. Looking down had to be a pain, righto?
With a chuckle, Arnold exhaled softly, "Yeah, I uh, I wish I had 'a boss' like yours. Everyone in my band hates mine. So, uh, what do you think of yours? I'd assume you'd .. uhm, like him just a little. You know, since he let you keep your kitty? Uhm, you dig? Or, did he do that .. just to be nice to you?"
fear-mongering.
Arnold cocked an eyebrow at Walker before exhaling sheepishly; "Improving is an uhm, strange word, dontcha think?" Jesus, just get to the point that you haven't done shit to improve your balance yet.
"Not exactly, no. It's hard to uh, exactly .. fix what can't be fixed. Uhm, I wasn't born with a camel body, no. It's been a few years (I think?) since I've been fully fuckin', uh, functional. Pardon me." The taur sipped from a glass, which, shockingly enough wasn't lemon water. Just water. Null lemon.
"A-And, ah, yes, I am. Sort of. The guitar part you are right about. I understand it's uhm, a touchy instrument, but my knowledge basically stemmed from, uhm, the acoustic guitar. Which, is, uhm, way up to more people's preferences when it comes to music. You don't usually think of, ah, hard rock when you imagine a guitar." He swiftly flicked his hair out of his eyes with a smooth head motion, as one would, of course.
Alas, his eyes followed Walker's .. slowly becoming more and more self conscious about his body. Run.
Nonetheless, his attention was perked back up when the older woman mentioned 'a leader'. Oh god, the leader. There wasn't a single member in that band (Jeremey doesn't count because he's moronic) that didn't hate Cliff in some way or another, very shocking, I'm aware.
"Oh, uhm, y-yes we do have .. a front man. Are you .. sure you wanna talk about, uh, this, though? He's kind of a taboo subject, honestly. I don't wanna accidentally say something, erm, .. weird?" Arnold's spine admittedly tingled. God, even thinking of that man made him feel stupid to say that he's even 'friends' with him. They're nothing alike, what if Walker thinks he's an absolute freak for hanging out with such a sleazebag like Cliff? Such a thought ran through the guitarists head, as if Walker probably didn't think he was a freak anyway.
"Well, HE'S," .. Obnoxiously large emphasis on the 'he's'? " .. Uhm, a bit of an arse. I'm aware I shouldn't say uh, shit like that but, honestly." Arnold scoffed a bit and glanced to the side. "Personality wise, though, I guess. He leads the band .. perfectly fine. He can be a bit much at times, sure, but he gets the job done. So, I, uh, have a bit of respect for the guy." He sniffed and raised the glass of water up to his lips once again, before he could take a sip, however; he lowered it back down and continued speaking.
"I don't uhm, resent him at all. I guess without him I wouldn't be where I'm at now? But, ah .." Arnold blatantly sneered at the older woman listening to her statement about his camel build, but he continued to ignore the gesture anyhow.
"I wish not to take over that position, but ah .. I do know somebody that would. Or, he'd try to, anyway." He chuckled, but alas he knew little.
"I hate to be rude," piqued in the middle-aged woman in a rather rude tone (unsurprisingly), "but... Have you improved in your movements since then? I mean... At least when you move around with that camel body of yours, you do not run the risk of toppling everything that you collide into?" Don't give him any ideas? Still, Walker did seem to exhibit some level of concern as she regarded him with a raised brow, though such concern did ultimately seem superficial at best. Why the hell she hadn't just... Kicked him out of her beachside manor, or at least cast him off to one of her political enemies, was a bit moot.
Maybe she was getting old and sentimental? Or...
She leaned in slightly towards the taur and continued, "That asides, sir... I did hear that you are a musician. For a, uh, metal band... If I remember correctly?" And coincidentally enough, the words really did taste like metal against the aristocrat's tongue! Music was always a taboo subject back in her home, and her voice was thus almost as airy as a whisper as she addressed him. "And you work with the guitar?" she inquired further, a hint of awe entering her voice-
Though don't be fooled! It wasn't necessarily a good thing by any means! As she stared at his camel body for a few seconds, then shifted it back over to his face, it became all too clear that perhaps Walker was just surprised that he managed to move around on stage without tripping over anyone, or causing an accident with the stage equipment...
With a shake of her head, Walker cupped her hand against her cheek and asked, "But of course... As tends to be the case with bands, I am sure that you have to work with other individuals, right? And there always has to be someone who takes the lead in the end..." Walker could barely stifle a shudder as she straightened her position, yet somehow managed to keep her hand cupped. "... So, with that in mind... With the subject shifted over to whoever this leader may be..."
"How would you feel about him? Or her? Or them?" the older woman started to inquire, "Do you think that he leads the band decently enough, or do you think that they could stand to accept some... Critiques regarding his style? I know that may seem a bit unorthodox, since it is generally a bit taboo to be questioning a leader, but..." She raised her brow before asking, "Do you resent him in any way? Or is he, in a way, the main key to your salvation? I mean... I doubt I can see much opportunity for someone with a camel's body, given how lanky and bulky the build can be at times..." Wow. Thanks.
"Of course," she droned, "that assumes that you are not the leader of your own band. If that is the case, then I do apologize." Another pause. "Unless you want to take over that position, someday? Sir?"
- gonna do an OOC answer because I'm too tired to work on an IC follow-up, but I feel bad about leaving my responses for this thread unfilled lmao. spoilering for discussions of abuse!!
Walker was pretty much just a girl when Skinner was killed, so.... I can either see Brown just not giving a shit about the entire thing and accepting full responsibility for the homicide (at least to taunt Walker with), or gaslighting her and attempting to blame Walker for Skinner's death.
that asides, there was a good chance that the "uwu I didn't do a thing" façade that Brown put up after Skinner died sort of.... faded over time even without Walker's intervention? she's pretty open about potentially killing Skinner in the forum games, so I can see that transferring over to canon as well. by the time the statute of limitations expired for her case, Brown basically just started bragging about it like a dipshit, though nobody bothered to reopen the case against her due to her wealth and associates. gross but true for her lore, unfortunately. :")))
Staring directly at Walker, Mary let herself sip some supposedly hot tea. She let out a small chuckle-then it turns into a full blown laugh, and then it almost turns into a wheeze. What was going on with Mary? As she calmed herself down, she starts to chuckle again before going: "Tell me about this- what people call 'the wolf.' Such a silly name!" The goddess started to laugh again, only more quietly. "Oh, so sad to see such a good nickname come to an end." What does that even mean? "Anyway, did this 'wolf' ever tell you about why and how her husband died, hm? Or was it personal? Did she even commit the crime, or would she not tell you that? I'd love to know more about this mysterious woman!" She sets down her tea and inches closer to the older woman. "Tell me all about her."
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Next person, the person that Mary knows the most is Emily, since she is her (ex)wife/girlfriend. She knows everybody except the miis and the personas. She knows pretty much anyone else in canon, so go ham!
(Hope this is okay)
Wraith appeared on a platform above Keina. "You know someone called Vyrik? Rumour has it, he's some warrior that was broken by the battlefield......do you know what type of war it was? What did he fight?" Wraith said as his eyes narrowed. The person he was asking about had been seen several times in his territory, the shifter had listened to the rumours and watched from a distance, trying to determine what brought this stranger to his territory. His interest only increased as he found Keina, another stranger with a similar air to them as Vyrik, but not quite the same. If there was something bringing them into his territory, potentially chasing them out of their own, he wanted to know what it was.
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Why do I feel like Thorn and Brown would get on? Especially when it comes to bothering Wraith xD
Follow Up:
Wraith bared his own teeth at Brown, a feral like growl emanating from his own throat. "I didn't throw anyone under a fucking tram...there isn't any trams in the city, what the fuck are you talking about!" He snarled back, it was clear Wraith was not so good when it came to figure of speeches. His body language shifted, his arms now crossing over his chest as his eyes narrowed angrily. "And as long as you don't hurt Roswell....we don't have a problem."
His eye twitched slightly as he watched Brown observing him carefully, making the hairs on the back of his neck begin to bristle. After hearing Brown mention a familiar hyena shifter, Wraith gave a annoyed sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. "That would be Thorn, one of the biggest pain in my ass so far. Her territory is on the outskirts of the city; it's not in my territory so I don't really care." He snorted angrily. "She's probably dropping my name because she wants me to join her pack and in doing so expand her territory, however she has a deal with the law enforcement that she won't step into the city if they don't come into her land." He said waving his hand slightly.
The shifter gave a scoff. "I assure you Thorn and I clash all the time, I swear she gets enjoyment out of wasting my time." He proceeded to listen to Brown, his ears twitching as she mentioned that Thorn had been looking for him a while ago. The shifter remembered when that was, it was when he was kidnapped, he was sure he could feel the heavy chains on his neck and wrists as he thought about that time. "We have a arrangement where if either of us disappears from out territories without informing the other then a search party is to be sent out. Thorn has better resources and more protection due to her pack, so I've never had to search for her, I think it's quite cowardly to hide behind others, but as long as I don't have to take time out of my day to go search for her when she's been a fucking idiot and got into trouble, then I don't really care." He said with a shrug.
Brown, with a sneer, leaned towards the other party and growled in between clenched teeth, "You know... I don't fucking appreciate the fact that you had to try throwing my lover under the tram like that-" She paused, her voice suddenly faltering as she leaned back in her seat and curled a lock of hair around her fingers. "Roswell, I mean," the aristocrat clarified in a surprisingly hesitant tone, "Does he know that you're trying to start shit with me? It's not like I'm going to hurt him by any means. Listen, I do not know how this sort of shit works, but I do genuinely care about him. It's not my fault that I'm around him so often if he asks for it, mm?"
Said the fucker who had tried to stab him in the past. But... That was a long time ago, before they started calling each other lovers, and before she found herself softening up to the leidsman. So... It didn't exactly count against her now, did it?
I sure fucking hope not, she silently answered with a grimace as she sighed and scoffed, "Besides, I have to be honest with you... If you question my associates, I might as well question yours. I sure as fuck am not going to question why you're with Roswell, out of all people, but..." The middle-aged woman chewed on her lip, then reached for a cup of coffee to sip from. Her lashes fluttered while she scanned the shifter, just in case he... Well... Shifted. Whether it was from a relatively tense (but nonetheless cordial) stance to a more openly hostile one, or just from human to panther... She wanted to make sure.
"... What about that hyena woman I have heard speaking about you every so often? Is she just tossing your name around just for laughs, or..."
A conniving sneer laced itself onto Brown's face while she continued to inquire, "... Is there something more sinister going on? I know that she runs a pack, and that you're almost the opposite - a solitary force asides from the leidsman who took you under his wing - but... Opposites don't necessarily need to clash, do they?" Brown fluttered her lashes and cupped her hand against her cheek. Oh, did that smug bitch face deserve a good ol' mauling at the moment. Haha, just kidding.
Unless...
"I'm sure you both have your reasons for knowing each other," the middle-aged woman hummed as she sipped from her cup, "and obviously, I don't really have the right to intervene. I'm just curious. Asking, of course... For myself. I know that you are familiar with my friend as well- Johnson, if I remember correctly. I do have to apologize for him being an annoying little shit at times, but I just can't control him. He's busy trying to rein me in, though you know how that's working out!" Then, rather suddenly, Brown started to chortle as she fluttered her lashes and brushed a lock of hair off to the side. With a toothier grin, she sniffed, "So... How's that relationship going on? I might have heard from a little bird that she was looking for you, or something like that, but... I know firsthand how shitty that sort of information is. I just want confirmation - all right dear?" She didn't mean the "dear" part, and it showed. Miserably.
@ NP: please stick to people in the One-Track Mind folder (excluding the miscellaneous stuff in the main folder) for your response!! everything else takes place in an entirely different universe than her lore!!
for specific character ideas, Brown knows Walker, Skinner, Rochester, and Johnson best!! she has a very vague idea that Fitzgerald exists (in spite of Walker's attempts to hide his existence from her), but Brown is by default written when he's just a baby, so don't expect her to be very knowledgeable about him. outside of that, she likely won't be very comprehensive, and there's a good chance she might just shut down and ignore your character if her mood is low enough.
I'll try my best to do an answer for NP, though there's a good chance I'll just make it OOC if I don't have the energy/time!!
"He... doesn't really seem to like you, does he?" Aminia peeped, shuffling up to the older woman's side. She watched as her lover took his leave in a bit of a huff and hurry. She tried not to think much about it -- she didn't like him angry. Instead, she opted to speak to Brown, who while a known murderess and not much better... was still here.
"Some not-so-pretty rumors about you've been spreading here, just so you know." she commented, "Not-- Not that I personally mind them! But... there are a few people here you should be careful with. They're generally nice, I promise, but maybe you should act a little... not like that..." Which, perhaps she shouldn't have been saying to the Unovan, but hey! Maybe she had a death wish.
"They say you murdered your husband." Such words tickled her tongue, nervousness passed down her spine. She glanced at the woman, trying to read her expression, "I! Well, I don't know if I believe that, you know? He was tall, and you are... the same height as myself..." She cleared her throat. Yes, she totally believed that there was no possible way for Brown to have butchered her own spouse, simply because she was a whole foot shorter.
"I mean, I just thought -- why even stay with a man who you want dead? I've never wanted the lord dead, and if I did, I'd tell him." And... she didn't think he would take such a comment horribly, her fear of his rage aside. "He was a kind man, anyway, so I'm not sure why you would ever wish for... for such a thing..." Gods, was she so painfully naïve.
"But, maybe it was also a surge of hysteria. That's what someone else I know said. He said it hit you all at once, an impulsive thought, like... You were possessed by a demon." After a pause, she shrugged, and then added, "I mean, that's the one reason I can see that happening, too, you know? What happened?"
SORT OF LATE FOLLOW-UP HERE WE GO
"Well," Aminia paused to wave her hand, dismissing whatever negative thought there was. "She's my sister, you know? Of course I love her, but given the actual physical distance --what, with her being all the way down in the Clare Province -- I don't think there's much else I can say after I've moved here."
"She had her own ambitions!" she then exclaimed on a fluttering sigh, "Has, actually. Whenever we write to each other, she always lets me know how she's doing and what she's doing, and what she's doing is usually dealing with House Bellamy's political matters on the side." Granted, Aminia didn't think Nadine needed or should want to even worry about such duties, but... She needed to look past that for now. She didn't think it was important to air her opinion on the matter.
"Sometimes, though," she added, "I feel like she's more man than woman. Maybe that's the Yene influence talking, though, you know? This did remind me, though! I have to send a parcel down south to her sometime. I bought a necklace for her."
"Hey, I heard about what happened between you and your wife. I'm sorry," Ace frowned while setting down a strong, yet sweet coffee drink for him. "I'm curious, though, do you think you'd ever give her another chance? I remember how you used to talk about how much you missed her and loved her. How have the kids been handling it?"
Ask him about any of my characters! Chances are he's at least heard of them.
"He's done it before, believe it or not," Ace chuckled as he prepared his ingredients, nodding at her other questions. "Yeah, teaches elementary. The stories he tells me, though, you'd think he's some kind of demon daycare owner! But I give him props. He's always tired and he's always getting as much caffeine as he can, but he cares about his job. I've seen him work on some stuff here too. In fact, I think he was grading a few tests just now."
When Ace turned around, he set down the drink for Cinnamon and smiled, "Don't think I didn't forget about your order!"
"Oh my God, dude, that guy looks so out of it," Cindy grunted at Ace, gesturing at the disheveled man that was located nearby. She allowed her nose to twitch as she continued staring at him before whipping her head back around.
"Is he a regular? How much coffee does he usually get? He looks like he could...fuggin'... guzzle, like, ten cups."
After she finished speaking, Cindy pat her hand against the counter. The whiskers on her eyebrows twitched whilst she batted her eyelashes.
"He's a primary school teacher, hm? I don't think I recognize him. I'm pretty sure that the schools still aren't letting us cat, dogs, and you humans to blend in. Hm. Anyways, chop chop, Scholl! I want my mocha in my belly."
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Cindy has relationships with the characters in the Felines and Canines folder. Her closer relationships are mentioned in her profile. Do NOT ask her about Munchkin, Catthew, or Olivia as she has no clue who they are! Otherwise, go all out!
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Sunny offered a paw out for a handshake, gotta greet someone properly! "Hello! I'm Sunny, you?" She'd smile, trying to seem a bit more approachable. "Nice to meet you, Cinnamon!" Something off to the side caught her eye, as she looked over real quick. Sure enough, someone was there. "Who's that?" Sunny pointed, looking to Cinnamon for an answer. She nodded, "They seem to be avoiding us. Seems shy." She chuckled. "Well, it was nice meeting you, I better get going! I have to get to work. Visit, sometime!" and with that, she leaves, and doesn't even tell you where her shop is. Forgetful, huh?
Sunny knows all of the cats in this folder! she does not know any of the dogs, and her closest friends/family are named in her profile.
Noel leaned back, more so browsing the floral stock than making an effort to buy it, which was a shame because he was [almost, kind of, not really] rich, and the money could go to getting Sunny, like, a PS5 or something. Alas, while he wasn't interested in her wares, though as lovely as they were, and perhaps later he would think about getting something, he was feeling up to gossip. So, propping his elbow up on a counter, he glanced back at Sunny.
"A little birdie told me you like to cook, and that you like pie." he said, "Honestly, I've always been more of a pie fellow than a cake fellow, but I guess that's not really important. Nor is this, really -- this conversation, but..."
"I also heard this one cat -- Apollo, I think his name was -- wasn't big on cake, either. I'd assume that extends to pie, but have you ever tried handing him a cut of one? Like, say, an apple pie. Apple pie isn't as sweet as cake, unless you add something godawful, but maybe he'd be more a fan of that, you know?" The old man paused a moment, and then scoffed, "Only a suggestion. Maybe you can bake a meat pie for him instead, since... you're both cats."
me? writing young!noel content in this year of 2021? it's a miracle.
"Aye, war hero indeed!" Noel rasped, setting down his emptied glass on the counter, "I keep the sheepskins as far as possible from the wall. There's not ever a chance in Hell they'll climb over it." He slung his arm over the fellow captain and bellowed a harsh laugh. And, oh boy, was he beyond delighted to have been offered another drink. And how delighted he was to have met a fellow soldier! What he wasn't delighted about was that he wouldn't get to blather on about tales of beating down northerners, but rather, the other man was asking for a story about his wife.
He downed his drink. "Gods, where do I even begin with her? Ah... I feel like right before I got to this bar is a good starting point." he sighed, "Having an emotional wife is good -- it helps you feel human -- but when they're so emotional they can hardly do anything, that's when you know you've made a mistake. After she had our son, she fell into some sort of state. I tried getting her out here, you know, just to spend time like before, but all she wanted to do was scream at me! She said she was in all this pain and she couldn't walk, but I fucking-- you know, she was walking just fine right before she laid down. It's getting hard. She won't hardly work anymore. She used to be a pretty good writer, but now? She'll pick up a quill maybe about five-percent of the time."
"If you ever marry, just know it'll probably be the worst mistake of your life -- especially if you have children! I don't know what it is, but something in a woman's brain switches off when she has a baby. Hala'll just sit and weep in the nursery if you let her."
....................Probably because her son is dead and her husband is cheating on her, but you know.
"I tried getting her to sign a form for bigamy, but she won't accept it." Noel then scoffed, sliding the glass forward, "Sometimes, I just feel like dropping her off at the side of the road and not looking back!"