what does your oc like about the oc above them?

"Oh! Good morning, doctor." Saoirse adjusted her glasses, perplexed.  While his overall appearance definitely unnerved her a little, she won't even try to disrespect him. A doctor is a doctor regardless of what he looks like, although... when she thought about it, he does look like an angel of death.

She partly blames such imagination on her caffeine-addled mind. 

Either way, she found the man to be likable and charming despite what other people had been saying about him.

"I wish other doctors are as serious as you," She suddenly mused out loud, offering the doctor a cup of freshly-brewed coffee before pouring herself some. "Though I must say, It is my first time to see someone humming during an operation. Classical music, no less." she added, and took a sip of coffee. A few moments pass, and Saoirse stood from the high chair and grabbed the clipboard beside her. "I'll excuse myself for a while, doctor, going to make some rounds. Let me know if the coffee is to your liking; I will brew more one I'm done."

"Oh, I think I've seen you once or twice at the hospital," Terry thought aloud before coughing into a balled fist. "I respect anyone in the medical field. It's a hell of a tough area to study, and I'm sure the workload is even tougher. But you seem to be handling it well. Hell, you go above and beyond." His expression softened. "I'm sorry, by the way, about what happened to your parents. I don't know if you can even remember them, but I know they'd be proud of you."

Terry looked over when he heard Rowen. "Huh? Where's this coming from?" He got up from the couch and wandered over to him, inspecting the gangster. There wasn't something fishy going on, was there? No sudden fox masks? No blackmail? Trying to cushion a blow? His eyes widened and he immediately went to the fridge. Oh. His soda was still there and fine.
Terry looked back at Rowen as he closed the door. "I'm not used to random, kind comments," he explained before walking back to him. "I'm sure you've heard it a dozen times from me by now, but I don't care about what you do and what you've done. I don't care about how people look at you. Hell, I don't care how they look at me, clearly. But, well, I care about how you look at me. I guess, in a way, we're kind of the same. You're always talking about how I was the only one to see you as a person, you're the same. It's like I'm always at my best state whenever you look at me. And I've got to admit, you know how to make some delicious, healthy dishes," he smirked before leaning in for a quick peck on the lips.

protonoise Nadïr was quiet, observing the man from a distance. He seemed a part of the Earth-kind. The man's roughly attitude and shaggy exterior didn't bother him much. Perhaps he was unhappy. Or lost. Maybe searching. Or just tired. He definitely looked tired. And to some degree, he looked sad. Yes. Sad. If Nadïr thought he had more time, he'd interact with the alleged human; gather a charcoal sketch for his field journal. But time willed the presence of other things. He reluctantly moved on. Muttering to himself abut how much he liked that face; a particular familiar face. He wanted to sketch it.

"I- Oh, goodness! Is- You're currently, uh, conducting a research mission, correct?" Kanaye pauses, looking Nadïr over (and over, and over, and over) just to confirm that he's seeing right. The guy doesn't look like anything he's ever seen, and opportunities like this just don't get passed up in his mind. He cards his fingers nervously through his hair, pacing in tight circles as he tries to formulate a response. Words aren't coming. He's on edge, and he doesn't want to embarrass himself around someone with far more experience than he'll likely ever have.
"You said you were, uh, from Jupiter? Is it okay if- Is it okay if I ask... more about that? I don't want to be, uh, pushy, or pry too much, or anything, but... You've left me incredibly curious. I don't think I'd leave without hearing a bit more."

With raised brows, M. Pourife's eyes couldn't help but twinkle as he saw the fellow scientist standing near him. What a rare sight to behold, especially in a world that focuses so much on the sparkly stuff. Science is by no means sparkly, which is a shame, because- He cut himself off, quickly adjusting his posture so that he would seem more formal. No use slouching in public, especially when science was at stake! Sure, there was nothing scientific about noticing people - at least not yet - but... Science. One could say that it ran through his mind and blood vessels consistently, thus rendering this new discovery of someone who most likely shared his passion quite a joy to the middle-aged man.

Giving him a gentle prod on the shoulder, M. Pourife coughed into his sleeve before calmly yet confidently stating, "Apologies for catching your attention this way. I have noticed that you are quite passionate when it comes to learning more about the natural world, especially with the scientific method, which I cannot help but admire. You see, science is what I believe is key to gaining a deeper understanding of what is around is, so I disagree with the notion that there is a thing as too many scientists." A smile started to appear underneath his bushy mustache. "Say, I am quite curious of what the details of your scientific endeavors are, young individual," he added, "What do your projects entail, and how will you use them to better the world around you?" Suddenly, he realized that he forgot one important question, which made him wince ever so slightly. "Oh, by the way, what is your name? A scientist should know his fellows, as they say. Apologies for not asking that earlier."

follow-up in a spoiler box because I can actually see them hanging around theoretically lmao-

Xander hadn't played his lute for such a long time. The strings felt foreign underneath his fingers. The cherrywood creaked familiarly. It was like meeting an old friend... And A new one. It was a warm evening summer afternoon, while Xander's fingertips flowed over the tensed strings. "I've heard my good sir, that you like to...sing, " Xander said. Pausing his fingers for a few seconds while eyeing the other man in the room. A bright man, with a good sense of fashion. He'd met M.Pourife at a banquet for people with some money to their name, earlier this morning. And while most of the guests had dripped of, Xander's new friend had decided to stay. Xander frowned as he shifted his gaze back to his fingers. They picked up the pass. The song resumed. Xander didn't minded the company. On the contrary, hanging out with a person with some cultural taste was something Xander had secretly wished for, months.. Years even. The smile reappeared on Xander's face. "Oh no, no you don't have to worry if your singing is any good sir, " he said with soft laughter in his own voice. "I swear to you, my good man, that I won't tell anyone, not a soul, about how horrible your singing voice is." 

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Xander placed his hand on his chest, big teary eyes. He called him, Xander Klingelhof, cool. That's one of the highest praises someone his age, in his kind of old-man business, could get. He directly nodded, a big smile appearing in his face. "The honour would be all mine, " he reassured the banned prince. Him teaching someone with the royal siren bloodline? What an honor!! 

"You're... so cool," En stammered. He pursed his lips tightly when he realized what he'd said, and with a bright blush he clenched his fists and bowed to Xander. "Sorry! I saw one of your performances the other day and your voice is so beautiful! I-I'm so jealous!" He stood back up straight, determination rigid on his face. "I've been looking everywhere for someone who could teach me how to sing. After hearing you sing I couldn't get it out of my head! Your voice is better than most of the sirens in my hometown! Please, please teach me how to sing! It doesn't have to be as good as you, just how to hold a note!"

He could admit it; sometimes he didn't understand the way this world worked. Was he soft-hearted in thinking that En should never have been exiled over something like singing? Don't they know that there's more to a ruler than a voice, huh?!  
"You're much more resilient than you give yourself credit for", Raum started, idly circling the other. "Why else would you still try and learn music? How else would you still know how to laugh, despite your burden?"  
What was he doing, one might ask? Well, if En's own people couldn't give him the praise he deserved, Raum might just have to do it. Living things needed love and care in order to grow!
"Even your weapon knows your potential. Why else would it respond to you so well? Everyone knows that swords are more reasonable than people." A small smile appeared on his lips. "You're great the way you are, but I can tell you're going to become even greater." Raum gave the other a thumbs-up, a gesture one of his familiars had taught him. Apparently it meant encouragement? "I will definitely cheer you on."

Tom smiled cheerfully, but calmly, and extended a welcome hand. "Pleased to meet you, Cecil." The woman seemed very nice, and he was always willing to have a nice conversation or simply say hello, She was older than him, though not by much, and he especially liked her. There was a metaphysical fog between them, as his magik sensed the presence of an equal power. And he didn't say, but assumed it must be her. He liked that air of mystery. He had always been a curious person, and he had to wonder about her past; much more, what drew her here. 

"Carpentry, hm?" the older woman remarked with a small smile on her face, "It's an occupation that I've never really seen, in spite of all my years of, well, being alive. There's so much emphasis on steel and electricity that I believe that wood gets sidetracked far too much of the time. It's a humble yet hearty material, don't you think? There's supposed to be a surprising amount of finesse that goes into a trade seen as 'rough' and 'dirty.'" Dolores shuffled her feet while glancing at the ground, biding her time in order to make sure each word was understood. It was less so for the carpenter than it was for herself, however, given her tendency to sometimes speak without really thinking.

This could've been one of those times, and the realization made her jump slightly.

Abruptly, she put her hands up as she apologized, "Oh, um, I really didn't mean to ramble there! I'm not a carpenter myself, actually! Um... I just find great admiration in the art, let alone anything to do with handiwork, that's... That's all..." Her voice trailed off, clearly filled with embarrassment as she rubbed the back of her neck while her glance at the ground turned into a full-on stare. "I do hope that you do well in this endeavor, though, regardless of whether it's to be done as a professional or an amateur. It's admirable either way."

Finally, after much effort, Dolores looked back up before gently adding, "You know, I'd love it if you fashioned something for myself sometime. Not now, of course, but eventually. I'll pay you if you wish. Maybe, um, we could discuss this further over some tea? Or any drink you enjoy, really. I do wish to know more about you and your craft, anyways..."

yeehaw boys it's time for a Quick Follow-up(tm)

Noel stroked his mare's neck, his dull eyes settled on the little old woman before him. He felt the need to say something kindly, though kindness wasn't something well-produced for all ladies, though he found Dolores sweet and gentle enough even in her old age. Funny. In his youth, he used to think all old women were hags, evil and mysterious, and probably due to a mishap with a governess. As he grew older, he came to respect them. It was difficult to stay nice. It was already difficult for him to. Like, right this second.

"You like cooking, do you?" he began, voice hushed, "Ah... I took up the skill so long ago. I had to learn for my wife, yes? Really, it came in handy when I was still out and about. Food is a good way of worming into anyone's heart." Ew? "Though, I do love a good curry."

Yes, he thought, this was good enough of a conversation starter. He actually nodded to himself.

"It would be lovely, though, darling," He added on a sigh, "If you would be so kind as to fix something for my daughter and I? I tell you, she-- she doesn't eat shit. If two oldies can get onto her about it, then maybe? Perhaps, even, you could ease more... ladylike sensibilities back into her. Gods." He closed his eyes for a moment. When he reopened them, he offered a faint, anxious smile. "Perhaps, even, you would be so kind to give me recipes?"

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Noel, despite himself being rather... softhearted, in a way, had to resist the urge to sneer at Yayoi. He wasn't sure when was the last time he heard such words.

"Some people deserve that warmth." he rasped, "Either way, thank you, my darling. You are quite well-spoken."

Yayoi's nose twitches a little as the scent of the older man hits her. She has a tough time concealing her displeasure, but does so as best she can, realising that the man seems to be having a rough go of it. Yayoi gave the man a polite nod in greeting, quickly averting her gaze soon after. He was rather intimidating, and she had a hard enough time with eyecontact as it was. Still... despite his somewhat imposing appearance and nature, the way he acted in regard to his young daughter...

"Your life has been quite the narrative... hasn't it? I'm glad that, throughout all the hardship, the trials, the anguish, there is still some warmth inside of you. That's... that's pretty admirable. Hopefully you'll get to live a happier life, one of these days..."