what does your oc like about the oc above them?

"You look like you're from somewhere specific..." Travis had a contemplative, curious look on his face. He looked up at the robot... or droid, as he was thinking and assuming. His brother would've loved this if he were here.

"Anyway, I admire your perseverance," he went on, grinning. "Surviving for that long in such an environment? That's admirable for sure." He paused briefly to study Karvo up and down. "Whoa, you look strong!" he exclaimed, as if he was only now noticing. "I bet people think twice before crossing you, you must pack a punch! I mean, you look as though you were built to be a bodyguard, but that's just me. I hope you and whoever Plobann is accomplish great things on your mission... oh, and maybe if we cross paths again, I could introduce you to my little brother." His smile grew slightly. "I have a feeling that he'd like you a lot."

"A deer." *A deer was talking in front of him. Nabvan had seen animals talk before but this was... just.. cute. He doesn't know why but he starts to smile.* "You're cute, something my wife would bring home."

"She'd dress you up and then show you off to all the other gods." *This seems to bring an aura of happiness around him.* "You know, if you're ever in that part of the milkyway, stop by. Minan will have something waiting I bet." *For such a cold looking man, seems that small things could make him happy.*

Rune watches Nabvan with red, unblinking, eyes. "Space" She says, pausing and thinking before continuing to talk. "One of the gods of space, so you are powerful, yes?" her eyes twinkle with interest, it was smart to know strong people. "I quite like the, what do you call that? A cloak? Yes, I quite like that" she swishes her tail and leans against the wall behind her. "I'm interested to know more about you, Mister" 

"Ah, you're a rather interesting creature, aren't you?" Allegro mused, glancing down briefly from his baton to look at Rune. "Your species is one I'm not familiar with; yet still taller than I'd have imagined. Your story, though, fascinates me. Strong leadership skills while also wanting to help one that's smaller and more feeble. It reminds me of my brother. I hope you'll be able to help this Amias out." He paused to watch a butterfly land on top of his baton, closing his eyes shortly after. "Mmm, what an odd heartbeat."

"Hey, you do music too? Yeah, you're probably better than me." A quick glance up and down made Peter chuckle to himself. "Don't know if you'd like my stuff at all, but yeah! You seem like a cool dude, given that you're royalty and all. I'm surprised you haven't dodged me yet - just about anyone would do that, anyway."

"Alright, enough about me. Uh, maybe we could hang out sometime? I'll bribe my brother into buying us some Hot Pockets?"

"I think you did your best. " He said with a smile tilting his head in thought. "I think you wanted to help but you just weren't sure how. Thats not something you can be blamed for!" He took the mans hands. "You did whatever you could to keep living and you made sure to live your way and thats very admirable. Your friendly your funny and you have alot more good qualities then just being a jokester. But if a jokester is what you want to be thats good to!" He smiled. "Just remeber to be true to yourself. Dont fake a smile for others they care about you too ya know!"

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Akemi Blinks at the other. However he smiles brightly. "Oh! Really well you see I'm not quite sure if it is, " He said with a smile moving into a postion were the the other could pay with his hair. " Would you like to touch it for me to confirm its soft." He said with a smile. "I dont mind" he said "and If you wouldn't mind I would also like a hug? If not no worries!" He said with a smile. 

"I like...the affection."  Silky stresses.  "I like to touch.  But people don't always.  It's hard to know."

"I like when it's someone else's idea first, so I don't have to worry." Silky fidgets, his eyes locked on peachy locks, wringing his fingers together to keep himself from reaching out even if he is mostly sure Akemi wouldn't mind.  "Also you hair looks...soft."

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"Can you...teach me how to be a slug?"  Silky is intrigued, but even if the power isn't transferable he is open to friendship with the little anxiety worm man.

"You... you don't think slime is nasty?" Zmeya shifts his weight from foot to foot, "O-or, well, I mean - sorry, if that was forward of me - um. Yeah, so, um, I'm glad you w-wouldn't think I'm weird... and it's nice to have someone that appreciates s-something about you, right? I like being a-able to relate to people... and you seem like a good person, I think, (sorry if that's forward, ahh), so I'm happy to show you some stuff I can do...! C-cause I can be a slug and I wanna befriend y-you... if that's okay! I mean! Yeah!"

"Yer can shapedhivt into a snake!?" Roswell said. He stared at the youth in front of him as he had clearly difficulties to wrap his head around this shifting of shapes. "Snakes are juicy radical kid, they surely are but, turnin' into wan yerself...." He softly shook his head in awe. "Sprong yer a gifted laddy, " he said wrapping his arm around Zmeya's neck and forcing him into an awkward side hug. "I'd 'ate to see such talent be wasted. sprog listen, yer got alot av potential an' oi'm pretty sure yer an' oi can 'elp each other out, " he said showing him toothy grin. "Yer curf 'n shift yerself into bankvaults, " he said making some wobbling handgestures, "and I 'help with dat self-esteem of yers aye!" He said holding an head out to Zmeya, "got a deal lad?"

"OhmygodohmygodohmygodOH-" She stopped. She stared at the elegant ethereal figure infront of her. There's something so ethereal yet off about her. No! no, she can't judge her that quickly. This elegant woman must be a kind one, she cant, and she wont believe that this is a cruel person. "I'm really sorry! im really sorry... You're extremely gorgeous maam. Amazingly gorgeous. It's like, you came from heaven, a fairytale, somewhere beyond this world. You have such nice dress, beautiful hair. I-it's just. Amazing!" She sighed as she finished her ramble. Her hands twitched, her feet felt like jumping. It's exciting, it's cool, and she can't handle it. "And you were an influencer, how inspiring! Even now you're so nice with all those pleasant words." 

But then, she feels something. Poppy had such positive air and a compelling look. Yet... there's something. Without thinking through, she said " but even with all of these gifts, do you still feel unsatisfied? Like, there's still something missing?"

"Ah! Ofcourse not! Please forget about what i just said ahah-"

Ethan had never quite pondered religion. He grew up under the assumption that there was a higher power watching, and he had seen plenty of supernatural beings to back up that statement. But a god he could worship? It wasn't something he often focused on, maybe even believed in.

At least, until he saw Manager Orange.

A gorgeous, surreal design; an optimism to match such a bright smile; warmth enveloping him even on this frosty day. And a name. A heavenly name. There was nothing he liked about her, he loved everything about her.

Wordlessly, and with tears in his eyes, Ethan could only fall to his knees. He was witnessing a divine being, a goddess he could - and would - surely worship. 

The unnamed soldier liked observing Ethan. He wasn't quite so sure why. As he was quite the ordinary civilian. This grocery store clerk would just go about his day and do the mundane things that he observe in humans. He didn't know much about humans, but from watching this one, he could learn a few things. The soldier liked that about him. Ethan was nice and innocent. Harmless. 

He had also liked how Ethan was the friendlies and happiest human. And watching a happy human made him 'happy'. 

Though the soldier did noticed a strange quirk about this Ethan. He sure did have a string of bad luck. Just then he saw Ethan slipped on a crack sidewalk and dropped his oranges. This was his chance to save a citizen. As he walked over to 'save' the 'distressed' human, he had stepped all over the oranges and splattered the juices all over Ethan's face. The soldier gently grabbed the orange obsessed young man and lifts him up. "You are alright. I am here now. I will protect you from sidewalk." And there it was, his bright smile that would lid up Unnamed's mood. The human remained happy even after a bad fall.

For him, Ethan was. What is that word... Yes. Cute.