I'll start off! Emily's easily embarrassed so have fun with that 😳
Want to indulge in your inner antagonist and embarrass someone instead? Come here!
Drinking game: for every IC game salternate makes, take one shot of water, of course.
The OC above is feeling embarrassed! Would your OC try to calm them down, or would they further embarrass them?
Samples:
OC 1: •///•
OC 2: HAHAHAHA DUMMY.
OC 3: nooooo don't cry, come here, give me hugs
The rules:
1. Wait 2 posts before responding again, unless the previous post is 24 hours old!
2. Put a little effort in your responses! At least 3 sentences minimum! We can't just go "ayy lmao" and leave things off at that!
3. Keeps responses SFW! If there's anything triggering, try to black it out or spoilerize it!
4. This is completely optional, but feel free to write your own prompts or add characterization notes!
I'll let someone else kick off this thread!
"Aww, is everything okay?" Brown quickly asked with saccharine dripping from her voice, "I understand if you are still upset over the plant that died earlier, but..." She paused, then hopped a step forward. Ugh. While fluttering her lashes, she persisted in badgering, "... Come on! I think I gave you some plants earlier, right!? Or at least some seeds, yes? How are they doing right now? Are they dead!? Are they lost somewhere in the soil, never to germinate until a more favorable time!? Did you even fucking plant them!?", and craning her neck towards the younger woman.
"And no, I am not going to specify which outcome I prefer. It is, admittedly, a bit subjective and ungrounded to speculate so much..." Whatever the fuck that meant, in all honesty.
She leaned back in her seat and combed her fingers through her hair while continuing to tease, "So, with that in mind, I do hope that you're not going to kick someone's ass with all this shit going on-" And at that moment, Brown broke off with a harsh coughing noise, one that was so strong that she was almost knocked forward by the sheer force of trying to expel whatever the hell had managed to lodge itself in her gullet. Or... Nothing at all. It was likely just air, and Brown was piiiiiiissed as a result. As soon as the coughing faded, so did her amusement, as she now scanned the other with a newfound wariness.
"- Or my ass, for that matter!" the aristocrat spat with a sharp wave of her hand, "I know that I may be associated with bad luck and death as well, but shit... If you kill me, I'm not going to fucking give you any more plants. For obvious reasons, you know. I hope that you take care of the plants more than me, because for fuck's sake..." She shook her head like a dog's before drawing her lip back into a snarl.
"I will not tolerate such bullshit if it persists. Understood?"
Nevertheless, Brown sucked in another breath, then just... Heaved out a sigh. Does it even fucking matter if I choke to death at this point? she pondered to herself while glancing over at the other party. She paused to cough into her sleeve, each cough being carefully planned juuuuuuust in case something acted up again. Just in case. Be grounded, you know.
With a slow flutter of her lashes, the middle-aged aristocrat eventually added, "But with that asides, I do have some kudzu flowers if you want those. It's threatening to fucking take over my entire damn garden again, so you might as well get some before I have to prune that motherfucker myself. And yes, those things grow fast as fuuuuuuck. You always have to be on your toes with kudzu; just leaving it alone for a day might cause it to start starving your other plants just because of how quickly that thing grows-" Then, as if she didn't just monologue about the purported dangers of kudzu, Brown teased with a raised brow, "Though I must imagine that it must be worth it, yes? Kudzu is a pretty plant, after all... And easy to grow too, if you ask me... Just be careful, and you will be juuuust fine as a result, mm?"
Brown can hate every minor except her not-children, as a treat (/lh). follow-up time.
“It’s no big deal, buttercup-” Brown started before immediately getting pulled into her arms for a hug. Well then. She tensed for a second while awkwardly squirming in the other’s grasp if… Only because physical contact wasn’t her strongest suit by any means! She was trying! But her discomfort still showed, as she drew her lip back and resumed a bit more awkwardly than before, “- I mean… As long as you’re happy, then I will be fine too…”
Awww.
Brown still let out an “oof” before the teenager let go, then started to walk with a bit more tempo in her step than before.
“I have a feeling that it has something to do with me,” the middle-aged woman quipped while also slowing her pace so that the teenager could properly catch up. Oops! Guess she was being a bit reckless there with her pacing, huh? After all, she couldn’t help but shuffle her feet every so often, making her gait just a bit less graceful than what it should’ve been… “I do think that he brought you up the last time we talked, anyhow,” she explained with a sniff, “Bitched and whined about how you and him supposedly get along well, or some shit like that.” Brown paused for a second, then shook her head.
“... I mean… Yes, you should probably apologize to him as soon as you can, dear. If he doesn’t accept it, though…” Wait, what the fuck did that mean-
Of course, the aristocrat left the thought hanging but nonetheless punched a fist into her palm, adding coolly, “Besides, being stubborn is a pain in the ass sometimes. I know this from experience.” Fair! Because Brown was one hell of a stubborn bitch, who barely flinched when the teenager ended up walking into a pole. Woah there? Of course, her brows furrowed slightly in concern, but… Other than that, her expression remained as moot as ever. Ugh.
“Mm?” she piqued in when she heard the familiar pitter-patter of the teenager’s shoes as the blonde attempted to catch up with her. Brown still slowed her pacing to facilitate this, though, but nonetheless used the extra time to groom her hair.
Oh, and laugh, as she chortled, “Oh, do not worry about it, dear. There are worse things to worry about than some fucking teenager pestering me.” Again, fair! Such as having a murderer as your not-mother! “I appreciate the concern, of course,” Brown trilled to the teenager, “but at the end of the day, I can still beat the shit out of her with ease. She may have the law on her side, but it’s not invincible. I can still break it if it means getting that vile bitch to shut the fuck up.” Uhhh…
Her brows furrowed further at the teenager’s suggestion, provoking the aristocrat to snarl, “Actually, you will not. She’s clearly targeting you, and I need to address that shit myself. All she will do if she sees you trying to defend me is shift her fire over to you. So, let me do the hard work for you. Got it?”
"Ooh, Miss Brown, thank you, thank you, thank you!" Zinnia squeaked, extending her arms in order to pull Brown in for a hug. She maintained her grin, slightly tightening her grip around the elder party before she let go. After she squeezed her nails into her palms, the teenager continued walking along with the elder party. Maintaining her grin, the blonde tilted her head upwards and blinked rapidly. However, her smile abruptly faltered into a frown, prompting her to slightly slow her pace and lift up her fingers.
"Ooh, right, I still need to figure out why he's so upset at me. Urgh, that's gonna be hard; he's really, really stubborn. I need to apologise...quickly."
After she finished speaking, Zinnia began to wring her fingers, furrowing her eyebrows while she shifted her gaze down to hands. While she smacked her lips, the teenager continued to shuffle along. She was so focused on her hands, the teenager barely noticed the pole she approached, which she inevitably collided with. Zinnia abruptly stopped walking, staring ahead in genuine surprise. Eventually, the blonde abruptly scurried back over to Brown, continuing to maintain her puzzled expression.
"Oh, erm, by the way—" the teenager squeaked, whipping her head over to look at the brunette and blinking rapidly.
"I'm sorry Stephanie is being rude to you. I didn't mean to get you involved in all...that, and I didn't mean for her to start, uhm, trying to bully you. Just—don't worry about her, okay?" the teenager squeaked, pausing to examine Brown's expression before continuing to wring her fingers. Zinnia continued to walk along with the elder party, tilting her head downwards before blinking rapidly.
"I'll try to get her to leave you alone, okay? I can't promise that she will, but I'll try."
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Notes will be underneath a spoiler! TW for fatphobia and a (rumored) teenage pregnancy!
Zinnia is easily embarrassed! Whether it's something she did or something she feels she indirectly caused, she's going to be apologetic! She'll also wring her fingers and stare at the floor; these are the main actions she does when she's feeling nervous.
As for some stressors for here, her embarrassment is primarily related to her appearance. She's easily insecure regarding this, especially with her chubbier build. She tends to hide this detail by doing subtle things such as sucking in her gut and comparing herself with any outfits she likes.
Additionally, she is being bullied at school! Her bully is spreading around rumors and overall being nasty to Zinnia. The more prominent rumor that is heavily taking a toll on her is the one her bully is primarily spreading, both in and outside of school; Stephanie is claiming that Zinnia is pregnant, and often mentions this in conversation, especially when Zinnia is there. This rumor heavily embarrasses Zinnia. She will never talk about this to strangers, though if prompted by close friends, she will try to be as vague as possible.
As for more vanilla stuff that gets her embarrassed, mentioning her crush is enough to get her flustered. She does tend to gush about him, and will stop out of embarrassment if she feels like she's been talking for too long!
Don't let this be a barrier to you! Go all out!
Shamus was nervously walking when he saw a small group around one blonde girl and from what he could hear, they weren't being very friendly. The skinny male stood frozen on the spot on what to do, he wanted to step in but....he looked down at his skeleton like hands, there was no way he could fight them or scare them off. He felt his chest tighten and his heartbeat quicker as he looked around, sitting above him was a large black raven who peered down at him.....of course, that's what he should do, he though with a small smile on his face.
After making sure no one was looking Shamus transformed into his raven form and took to the sky, followed by several other large ravens who followed closely by his side. Within seconds the flock of ravens swarmed the bullies, chasing them away from the blonde girl. Amongst the sudden ruffling and flapping of feathers Shamus squawked a thanks to the ravens and transformed back to his human form. It made it look like he appeared out of the flock of ravens who were still chasing the bullies for a good 2 miles or so before they dispersed and carried on their business.
Despite his plan going well, the purple eyed man was still shaking from the adrenalin, he turned and knelt down to Zinnia. "Hey......a....are y...you okay?" He asked bringing his hands close to him as he messed with them nervously; silently noting that the blonde girl in front of him was doing the same thing. "T....they d....didn't seem....v....very nice, b...but, they're gone...n...now." He stuttered, he really hated how nervous he got when he spoke to people. He wasn't too sure on what to do, Zinnia still looked pretty embarrassed and upset despite Shamus trying to help.
"Erm...I'm....S...Shamus, it's nice t...to meet you." He said shakily extending a emaciated looking hand out for her to shake, the limb was shaking violently whether from a lack of strength or the ever flowing adrenaline in his body he wasn't sure. "And...f...for the record....I.....I think you're really pretty." He said with a small and nervous smile.
He saw Zinnia look even more embarrassed by this. "N..no no no I'm sorry I didn't...m...mean to embarrass you further, I...w...wanted to make you...f...feel better.....I'm so sorry." He said quickly waving his hands frantically before pulling his hood up in his own embarrassment and pulling the strings so the hood closed in and obscured his face.
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Small Trigger Warning due to the fact Shamus struggles with eating, it causes a lot of anxiety for him.
Follow Up:
Shamus gave a small smile as he thanked Dolores for the blanket; which he quickly wrapped around his ever shivering form and nuzzled into the soft fabric. He huddled into the blanket, half for warmth and half to obscure his flushed cheeks at the older womans comment. "T....thank you" He stuttered quietly. "...a...and you d...didn't offend me, I was just...s....shocked....t....that someone....would miss me."
He fell back into silence for a minute or so before lifting his head to look at Dolores as she mentioned the flowers he gave her; his purple eyes lighting up happily when he heard that she kept them and they were doing well. Even from where he was sitting, he could smell the soup the other was currently cooking. His stomach churned slightly and he shifted uncomfortably. He wasn't very good when it came to eating, it was something that terrified him more than anything; he may have been slowly getting better but it still brought up waves of anxiety whenever he thought about food. However since it was just soup, he figured it might be okay for him to at least try it, he didn't want to upset Dolores by refusing, it looked like she had put a lot of work into it.
Holding the blanket tightly to him, the fabric acting as a security blanket for the skinny male, Shamus gave a nod at Dolores. "Things are....o...okay....err....could I please....j...just have a small...b...bowl of soup....I....I'm not very good...w...when it comes to eating...f...food." He said nervously, he hated that he couldn't eat a normal size portion to keep him healthy, but a small amount was better than nothing as his adoptive father Kichiro told him. The purple eyed male knew eating would be a struggle, and he knew he wouldn't enjoy the feeling of food in his stomach, but he wanted to try.
"Oh, ah-" Dolores quickly started while offering her guest a blanket to cover himself up in as needed, "I didn't mean it that way, really!" Did she, now? All the older woman had uttered beforehand was that she was glad to see him, and that she had missed him since the last time they had last interacted with each other... And yet she had the sinking feeling that something got lost in translation, that her compliments were somehow interpreted as insults somewhere along the way.
She sucked in a breath, then reassured him with a sheepish grin, "I mean... Not in a rude way, at the very least! I'm just glad that you're up here, you know? It gets rather lonely up in the highlands sometimes. I do apologize if I caused offense to you, though..." Then the older woman trailed off, just in time for the soup boiling in the background to become more audible. A faint bubbling sound, in fact, could be heard coming from the pot in question while she shuffled her feet and carefully held her hands behind her back.
Got to look dignified even when dinner had a risk of boiling over any minute now... Right?
Shaking her head slightly, she mused further, "That asides, I still remember the time you gave me those flowers, mm?", as she bit down a laugh- A gentle laugh, mind you! Poor Dolores was pleasantly bemused by the memory, but the fear of insulting him further was just so great that she just... Stifled it. Instead, the old woman just gave him a soft smile before she leaned back in her seat and combed her fingers through her hair. "I still take care of them, of course. They're in one of my guest rooms, so I don't think you've really seen them just yet, but... If you're sleeping in for the night, then just know that the vase of flowers by the bed came from your generosity."
"Which does remind me..." Dolores muttered to nobody in particular beforeperking herself up just a bit. After glancing around, the old woman found herself walking over to the kitchen and chirping, "... I need to repay you!" Did she now? Dolores knew that what she was doing much of the time was just, well, basic human decency- And yet... And yet! "I don't know if you're the type of person to really eat soup," she hummed while lifting the lid of the pot and being hit in the face with a surprisingly aromatic steam, "but I can see something being of use to you in case you're out in the mountains again..."
Dolores then trailed off to retrieve the ladle from one of the cupboards, then scoop up bowls of soup. Chunks of potatoes and carrots could easily be seen poking out of the silky beef-and-vegetable broth, though the occasional cube of beef could also be seen. In the meanwhile, Dolores hummed a melody that was supposed to resemble birdsong, but the reality ended up making it sound more like just... Regular humming than anything particularly special. Not that she minded, though, as she eventually closed the pot and took the bowls of soup over to the dining table.
"I know this is a bit of a proverb," she piqued in, "but the highland folks aren't wrong when they say that soup warms up the throat and stomach! It's what one should eat up here, if I'm going to be honest with you..." She trailed off after just a few seconds, however. "Is everything okay, by the way?" Dolores asked with a concerned frown, before continuing to babble in her usual motherly manner, "I hope what I said wasn't that bad- Bad enough to affect your appetite, I mean. I can save leftovers for you if you want to eat later, though, sir?"
@ NP: Dolores is very easily embarrassed/flustered!! any sort of attention drawn to herself or what she does, whether it be positive or negative, is going to fluster her in one way or another. she's usually going to respond to such situations by laughing nervously, or attempting to minimize them- feel free to go creative with your response though!! ^^
I'll also try my best to do a follow-up for NP if I have the time!!
"I'm sure your cake tastes fine too, madam," Xander said as he lay his hand on Dolores's shoulder. The ballroom opera-house was almost empty, most of the guests would arrive later. There would be a banquet tonight, as finishing touch: cake! Two to pick from. One made by Dolores and one made here in Drakenburg. The one made in Drakenburg towered over the other cake. It looks like a wedding cake, with different layers and whipped cream while Doloros' cake. Ach. It was perhaps a bit simple. Charming. Xander smiled as he softly tapped Doloros' shoulder.
"I know it's not a competition," Xander said. "But if I had to vote I would vote for your madam. It's a homely-looking cake, madam. I'm no judge, no jury of course, but I see a perfect little cake that reminds me of home. And it makes me smile. " Xander gave her a reassuring smile.
"Are you're visiting the banquet later this fine evening, madam?" He asked. Xander adjusted his glasses. "I would highly encourage you to do so, you can come along with me if you like? My partner is busy this evening, unfortunately. He hates missing out on free food," Xander said. A polite laugh added to it. "I'm sure the guest would love to meet the one that baked that cake, madam, I'm sure they are going to love it. And I wish that you'd get those compliments firsthand, madam."
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Nooo dw!! That's PERFECT
Xander liked long walks in the park, and so did Blou. Most of the time. Today she seemed to be frunpier then ever, lifting up her talons high with every step. It could be the cold that had been bothering or her diet. 'No more snacks after 8'. It was a though rule for Xander to withdraw. Blou loved her midday snack and couldn't sleep with out a gulp of almond milk around 8 at night! The dodo glared daggers. Then her head piqued and her feathers poorer. Before Xander could ask her what she'd seen (not that she would reply, it's just a dodo), the bird waddled away. She spread her wings. Junoed on a park bench and attacked a innocent bystander. Only because of his hair.
Oh no!
Xander felt the embarrassment color his cheeks red. He rushed over. "Blou!"
"Pasta, pasta," she challenged back. Before biting at the other's hair.
Xander grabbed her and lifted her up. Her feet kicked around and she flailed like a freshly caught fish.
"Oh I'm so, so, sorry sir. She's on a diet you see," he tried. He eyed Starchie. Hoping to see a hint of forgiveness in the other's cup-like face.
"Greetings as well! I, Void I hope she hadn't actually chomped down on your hair, sir, I. I let me make it up to you," he said. He clamped Blou (who let out a protesting 'Blouuu') under his arm and picked a business card from his jacket. "Please," he said. Tugging the card away in the other's coat. "If I can do anything to make it up, let me know, sir. I'm so sorry."
(excuse me but YOUR OC IS SO CUTE OMGSGWH-)
"k-k-khh!" A soft, huffy voice cackled. "My, you seem to talk a lot! Hast anyone told thee that thou art quite an earsore? Thy voice is troublesome!" the voice chirped. Starchie (hopefully its okay that I'm using this nickname and that its not like a "only I can call them that" kind of thing - sorry in advance if so!) turned his body to face a dark skinned creature of some sort, levitating a few feet from the ground. He looked heated as if he was about to snap back at the boy, Kuranga, who now giggled and pointed at Starchie's face. "pff-hah! How cute! Such a quaint color thee hast on thy visage!" Which now it was obvious what Kuranga was gesturing at - Starchie had a slight blush overcoming his face, to which Kuranga chuckled again. Starchie covered his face for a brief second before gritting his teeth at Kuranga, "Ah, thee seems agitated, I should flee-" And with that, before Starchie could shout back at Kuranga or pop him in the chin, the boy vanished as he waved goodbye playfully.
Kuranga is very hard to get flustered or embarrassed, it takes either
- A kind gesture
- Compliments that describe him as kind, gentle, sweet, etc
Andrea looked at the embarrassed Kuranga, the helk tilted her head a little bit, a bit confused. "Why you all of the sudden flustered about my compliment? A bit shy?" The hybrid asked, approaching Kuranga at a alarming rate, but in a way that made Andrea a creep. She sat next to him, with in a safe distance due to the fact that the helk might embarrass herself as well, and Andrea doesn't enjoy that type of stuff. "There, there's no reason why you should be embarrassed just because someone praised you." Andrea paused to stare at him, narrowing her yellowish sclera with her eyebrows, then she continued on, "You new to learn on how to not be easily embarrassed, you know, so you can't handle a helk giving you easy advice." Andrea joked, crackling a laugh and gave Kuranga a back pat, a bit rough, but it's fine though.
FOR NP: Andrea doesn't get easily embarrassed, but when she is, she will turn red in shyness and have a muffled meltdown, you can embarrass her by talking about how fluffy she is or joke about her personality. You can put what you want though!
"Huh."
Those words were quick to escape from her lips when Jo'Ann realized how much psychic damage her comment had wreaked upon the other party. The helk's fur, normally a muted grey, was quick to redden, and... She could hear mumbling underneath that pelage? It honestly took all of her willpower to not just start bursting into laughter on the spot, though she did shuffle her feet against the floor and chew on her lip... All while she tried to come up with... Something. Something to say, regardless of whether it was appropriate for the situation or not.
Jo'Ann, alas, had a soft spot for witticisms, as she chirped, "You know... You could've told me you were that self-conscious about your fur if you didn't want me telling you that you were fluffy." Where was the lie, though? She still remembered Presley being unable to shut the hell up as he prattled on and on about how he had to cook with the creature one time-
Oh, and the fact that he considered adding his supposed sous chef into his taxidermy collection. That too. Jo'Ann stifled a shade in favor of cocking her head in her usual quizzical manner.
"Whatever, though," she then dismissed with a halfhearted shrug, "What's done is done." Wow. As she chuckled coolly under her breath, Jo'Ann considered approaching the helk and seeing just how severe the embarrassment really was, but that... Sort of depended on whether Jo'Ann felt like taking a risk - a risk as to whether she'd get mauled by those fangs or not - at the moment.
So, Jo'Ann opted to compromise. She stepped towards the creature and reached out a foot to gently prod at her, but she remained silent the whole time. If it weren't for the fact that Jo'Ann was wearing her usual cool, lackadaisical smile in the process, it would've just seemed that Jo'Ann really didn't give a shit (though it really was true to some extent). She just kept her head cocked like a pup's, then carefully withdrew her foot when prodding no longer proved to be productive.
"If it makes you feel any better, I can cook a mean green bean casserole," she commented with a raised brow, then... Sort of regretted it? At that moment, her brain imploded, and she forgot whether green bean casserole could be consumed by a canine. Creature. Thing. Once she calmed herself, though, the middle-aged woman sighed, "Though... I can see if I can add meat into it. Or make tuna casserole." She paused. "I know Presley liked that... And I know that he's not going to object to having you over either." At least... I hope he doesn't? Oh. Oh no.
@ NP: characterization notes are under a spoiler for the sake of post brevity!! you don't have to adhere to them completely if you find them restraining, though; feel free to get creative with your response!!
Jo'Ann isn't easily embarrassed, as she's generally rather relaxed, but... she definitely gets thrown off her groove if her apathy towards her job is called out, her interests are criticized, or (more positively) if she's showered in affection/compliments from people she likes or trusts.
as for how she'd react if embarrassed, Jo'Ann will usually try to laugh her feelings off and joke around to minimize them - but it's likely that she's still a bit flushed even with that in mind. 😔
I'll also try my best to do a follow-up for NP if college doesn't nerf me!!
"So…" Jan-Paul dragged the word out longer than he should have. He folded his arms behind his back and paused his steps, before turning to Roxie. "Roxanne," he said. In his sharp, irritable, posh voice. "You don't like compliments? None? What a shame," he said. Before laughing. "Oh I can sum up some things about you that I would compliment if you let me," he said. Backing up a few paces. Out of harm's way.
"I bet you're a good shrimp-keeper. You've got the figure of an athlete. Strong and well-formed," he said. As he kept that same big grin on his (stupid) face.
"You can dance, I give you that and your head. Och Roxanne," he leaned closer. He couldn't help himself. And while he was halfly-aware that his leaning brought him back in a 'punchable-range', he said: "your face is as hárd as iron. Like a blunt weapon people could wield. You remember those trebuchets right? Those enormous slings they used in the old days," Jan-Paul asked. With his massive ears pricked. "Well, I'm sure if you lived in those times they would use your head as a cannonball. Surely no palace wall would be standing if they slung your head at it," he said. Before snorting. Content with his own, humor, if you could call it that.
"Oh don't give me that look," he said. As he made a dismissive gesture with his hand. Flicked his cloak.
"It may be a bit far-fetched. But you know I'm right," he said.
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Jp is never going to live this moment down I'm sorry he's going to feel so tense everytime he sees Rich from now on
Rich's tail repeatedly hit itself against the pavement. He was on a walk with Jp, something he proposed they do. Both of them were holding dandelion wine, cause that was something the upper class did, right?
It seemed to be a nice walk, up until Jp had tripped over a crack and suddenly dropped all of the Golden wine.
His face was flushed a deep red with embarrassment, and the fox next to him seemed to take notice. "Ah, it's alright, darling." He reassured him by grasping his fingers. It was more of an awkward gesture, but Jp had seemed to blush even more. "You alright, love? You need any medical treatment?" Rich asked, seeming to notice the blushing came from him.
"Here," the fox handed over the shrimp his dandelion wine. Something he would never do! Wild. "Here's mine."
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Not me forgetting notes for np
Rich can get embarrassed if someone calls out his lifestyle and how he treats people! He can also get embarrassed if someone flirts with him.. So 👀
"I'm telling you the fucking truth! You gotta change your attitude!"
Sure, Danica also grew up rich, with a lot of money. Sure, Danica is vulgar, a gremlin, maybe not even better with attitude. But Danica noticed that Rich was snobby, ungrateful, and wanting more power. Concerning personality type to the Morningstar Guardian. She was extremely close to fighting him, publicly humiliate him for such an attitude, but she never expected the guy to be...
EMBARRASED?
"What are you being EMBARRASSED for!? Me scolding you for your attitude!? What the fuck- Well, do you REGRET shit?" Danica questioned, trying her best not to publicly humiliate the guy right on the spot.
But maybe, the Morningstar Guardian is feeling pity for Rich, even if she doesn't show it with words.
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Notes for @NP!:
Danica may be embarrassed if she is given genuine praise for her actions and other attention. She also may be embarrassed if one comment on her personality and her gremlin tendencies. She may be bark and bite at first, but maybe she might become a embarrassed tsundere in the end!