what does your oc like about the oc above them?

Leika sat at Dolores's kitchen table. A wooden thing, with two chairs and a small blanket, draped over it's top. A real granny thing, you know. 

"I don't really know what to think of you, " she said Leoka had definitely made up her mind already. As she chewed down her 4th, yes 4th, slice of cake. "You seem petty nice and all, giving me something to eat, " she continued. Her mouth full of crumbs. She smiled at Dolores, bearing her with butter-soaked sharp teeth. "Real nice! Cause I was starving, " Leika continued rubbing her belly in a way of illustrating her unending hunger for food. Unhealthy food.

"Grandmum, can I ask you something?" The rapscallion of an Easterling said. Safely from behind her juice box with orange juice. "Do you like it here? The house seems so..big and empty and such, " Leika said. Muttering the last few words as if she didn't want to hurt Dolores feelings, not after the cake and juice boxes, but still wanted to form her thoughts. It's then when Leika gets an idea. "Ya, grandmum, I think you're alright. More than alright! You're the best cook I have ever met, " she said. Now with her ears pricked. "So if you want a cool, painting or sumthing for in ya living room, maybe I can paint something up!" She continued. Leika then took a long rbrbbrb sounding sip of the juice ox. "Or if ya want a tatll, I can..hook ya up with that too, " she told the lady she just called grandmum.

Kiushhu seemed...excited about spotting Peony, a little more of a bounce to their step than would be usual. There were a few points they could make, number one being their friend's helpful and kind nature.

"Ah! Miss Peony, always a pleasure," They chuckled, "I was just thinking of how much I appreciate all the help you've been as of recent. You have a natural kindness to you that's...rare, even in mortals these days you know. Despite what has happened to you, it's noble to know you still care for those around you."

Taking a seat, the uberhero beamed just a little more.

"I like your willingness to talk to just about anyone you meet. It's a good quality."

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purenai hahaha poor Kiushhu...people love treating them like a little puppy)

Kiushhu blinked softly...They definitely would not fit in a basket! What an odd way to address them. But, none-the-less it wasn't like Robin was trying to harm or offend them, so the uberhero let the statement go as she grabbed their arm. A tea party? They liked tea, they supposed.

"Ah...Alright," the warrior chuckled a little, "Let's go then."

A bit of a strange way to treat them, but Kiushhu understood it wasn't of any harm. Might as well.

"If there's one thing I can respect, it's another thief!" Jackson beamed. Just by what he could make from this three second impression, Robin was very beautiful, but had this... ditzy air about her, like she was more lost in her fantasies than her surroundings. In his opinion, that made her a dangerous thief. Looks and a personality like that? People would be quick to drop their guard around her. Hell, he was tempted to, himself!
"You're one talented thief, huh?" Jackson smiled again as he folded his arms behind his head. "I was just about to get some banana bread if you wanna join? We could exchange some tips and tricks while we're at it!"

Maribelle, who had yet to shame anyone for their romantic preferences, scratched idly at the back of her head as she looked up at the man. She found his style of dress a bit bizarre, though if only she hadn't seen anyone ever wear a headband like that.

"I think-- I think I like..." The girl trailed off, giving a faint huff as she plopped down on the bench behind her. "I admire your health. I think-- I think it is good that you are healthy, health-- healthier than I am." Her face crinkled as she frowned. "My uncle tells me I eat too much, and that's why I'm tired." It was also because she sometimes slept for, like, fourteen hours a day at most, and you know, that can really fuck with people, but she's a dumb kid and doesn't understand how her sleep cycle should be.

"I don't think I ever met a-- a thief, either." she continued, her voice slowly dulling as she began mumbling her words. "And... I'm not a thief, either, I just read about a thief... Sort of recently... I mean, I guess that's-- that's interesting." That's cool. "Hard to believe that you've never killed anyone, though. Lots of people kill each other, but that's alright, I think. I mean, you could be worse." Okay! Time to shut up.

Before she could add on, a sharp whistle caught her attention from across the field. Her eyes widened, her head snapped towards the direction of a taller, darker man in the far distance. Jesus, she looked like she was about to go into cardiac arrest. She was silent for a moment, before dragging herself out of her seat. The girl rubbed her hands quietly, her gaze snaking back towards Jackson.

"..M'papa wants me." she uttered, "But, I want you to escort me. Please."

If there was any bonus here for Jackson, it was that Maribelle's father was rich, and also a DILF.

HERE'S a follow-up post

June knelt so she was eye to eye with the child that stood before her. She warmly smiled and extended her arm to offer a handshake. 

"Greeting my dear! The names June but you can call me Ma." She smoothed out the wrinkles on her dress and then refocused her gaze on Maribelle. "I've seen you around the library. I absolutely admire your passion for literature." Her tone was genuine and motherly. "Truly." 

"I gotta admire how resilient you and your family is, and that you know so many instruments! " Cosmo has been to many planets in his time but this place seems so rustic and humble in a way. "i hope that one day you'll be able to go more trips since you deserve it!"

"A thief, hmm..." Xavier makes a face and then sighs and runs his fingers through his hair, "Well, at least you give them to those less fortunate, that's good. I admire that about you." He gives an innocent smile, "Maybe I can even help you sometime if you'd be up for it." His ears twitch in a shy and hesitant manner. 

It was a bit difficult for Johnson to be... Nice, considering how soft and shy this other party was. If anything, he had the feeling that the antlered humanoid would get along better with his wife, since they shared the same temperament and all that- Oh wait... She's... She's gone. I forgot about that.

"Shit," he spat under his breath as he kicked at the floor. His eyes remained fixed on his feet and the ground below him for a second before looking up and giving the younger man a wry frown. "I don't know about you, but... You're the sensitive individual, aren't you? You sure seem to carry yourself that way, which normally I wouldn't appreciate all that much, but..." A wry chuckle came out of his mouth before he took his hands out of his pockets and gave them a quick shake.

The aristocrat then raised a brow and added, "... For whatever reason, I have to marvel at how... Honest you are. You don't like liars, and you probably think I'm spouting bullshit as I speak." He chuckled again, but then again, it wasn't like he was wrong if he uttered that... He was just lucky that subtle self-depreciation could be helpful for him in this particular moment. "I wouldn't blame you one bit. Not at all, good sir."

And with that, he started to pace, albeit in a somewhat convoluted manner as no clear pattern could be traced in his steps. Johnson expected the youth to follow him with his eyes, perhaps become a little disoriented by the unpredictable fashion and therefore more receptive to his sweet-talk, his "magic words" as he preferred to call it. As he did so, a small smile was on his face that seemed genuinely sweet on the surface.

"It's something that far too few people have," he grunted almost fondly, though one could detect the slightest cloud of his eyes as he remembered a friend of his - from before. She was honest, both when she first met him and when she proclaimed that she'd never talk to him again - for as long as both were alive. Johnson froze, stood up. He wondered if the fellow somehow knew her, and the question was on his lips, but... He didn't bother to mention it. Even then, he did find their shared interest in animals, their shared empathy and sensitivity, and their honesty a bit more than unnerving. It could've been coincidence, or... Perhaps not.

The older man narrowed his eyes and turned his eyes away from the humanoid before adding, "Which... Is a good thing, I guess. When people are naturally harsh, it's tempting to just say whatever you think will make others happy, even if it's not true. I know that I'm guilty of it, and that's why I like people who at least have the courage to be themselves - no matter what. It's admirable, though I think it'd be even more so if you put in the willpower, you know." Wow. Way to ruin any possibility of a tender moment there, sir. Or maybe not? Maybe not...

FDHGVGDJVFDVJ SUNDAY NO. DON'T TRY VALIDATING HIM LIKE THAT HE DOESN'T DESERVE IT WHEEZE-

anyways. two bastards talk about being a dick to their loved ones. time for a follow-up.

"Oh, the fuck am I s'posed t'find about you? What I like about you?" Sister loomed over Sunday, her tail lashing aggressively as the other two, invisible entities watched from behind her. They weren't sure what they were supposed to say about Sunday either- she seemed to be rather rude overall, the kind that wouldn't hesitate to do whatever it takes for whatever she wanted... and of course, Sister was the perfect person to connect with such a person.

Her lips curled into a sharp-toothed smile, sinister as she began to circle Sunday like a wild animal, humming and hawing. 

"Oh, she's gonna mess this up for sure- or at least, offend the other party in some shape or form.." Brother whispered to Sibling, ignoring the way Sister shot him a glare over her shoulder. She couldn't glare for long, however, as she had to pay attention to the person she was supposed to be... complimenting, per se. 

"You're a feisty dame. While I don't wanna fuckin' deal with ya constantly, I can at least admire your... tenacity," The last part was scoffed out, "You're quick to take control. An' if you don't get it, you take it by force. N' to me? That's an A+ in my goddamn books. So you're definitely a lass I wouldn't wanna be against in a war." Yawning, she turned her head away to look around herself, wondering if there was a nearby bar around, or anything of the sorts. She could really use a drink now, considering that she was controlling the body.

"Aye, that's all I got t'say though. I hope you weren't expectin' more." Her cackle was nasty, almost like nails against a chalkboard, but she didn't seem to mind nor care. The moment she considered her job done, she left in searches of a bar, despite the complaints of her family.

Brown had taken to preening herself around the entity, given that... For whatever reason, she didn't really give a fuck about the fact that she was lingering around someone who could easily beat her up in a fight. Maybe. She leered at her for a second, but a cool smile was on her face as she eventually stood herself straight and brushed some dust off her frill.

"You're a damn strong individual if I say so myself," she remarked as her smile started to show some teeth, "A lovely specimen of what it is like to not have to worry about being seen as weak. Your mind and body are both something to be admired in terms of strength, and..." The woman tittered softly while stretching her arms out. "... Obviously, I find that admirable. Too many people are weak, and that is why they succumb to the world around them. You, on the other hand, are not that."

"And that is what I find lovely about yourself."

Raising a brow, Brown had now taken to pacing - almost strutting, really - around the other party while stating calmly, "You use that strength for something fucking productive too. I am no moral paragon, if the rumors surrounding me prove shit, but that is... Still admirable. You persist, in spite of your Brother's constant complaining about you. Maybe he will come around someday and realize how much of a boon you really are to the collective." She folded her hands together into a steeple. That collectivism, though, might have to be criticized at some point, of course...

At some point, the aristocrat stopped pacing - in favor of humming to herself and continuing to preen. It was almost bizarre, seeing the two of them juxtaposed like this. They were both aggressive in their own way, yet one had taken to show off her elitism in front of someone she considered a brute in spite of the admiration. After a minute or so, the woman looked up at the other party and gave her a muted yet still genuine smile, having replaced the ominous toothy grin from earlier.

"Perhaps, when you are in control again," Brown suggested with a faint smile, "we could talk over a cup of coffee? Or tea, if that is what you prefer? I suppose that even if you are aggressive, and you may just think of me as a disgrace, we are in some form of solidarity. Our reputations are not the best, and I like that. You're not a fucking coward who kisses up to people, at the damn least. It reflects honesty, from your part. And transparency, dear, is something that the world always lacks but is never willing to compensate for..."

Brown, not being a dick for once? surprising.

time for.... a follow-up....

  "I appreciate that you're... how to say it... true? You act on your own accord and thoughts, and you're confident in what you consider yourself. Does that make any sense?" Ixia mused, though the aura of it was slightly dampened by the way that they shifted about, trying to balance looking her straight in the eye, and keeping her on the side of their good ear if she decided to speak. This lady had the same kind of presence as the doctor, that made them feel obligated to look at her, even if it wasn't particularly conductive to conversation if Ixia could not hear half of the time. Well... what did it matter with a stranger that they probably wouldn't see again...

  They sighed. Ixia closed their eyes for a moment, taking it all in, and then gave some resigned, minute smile. "I suppose this is somewhat heavy-handed of me to be admiring of someone who knows themselves well. But it is the reality. You don't ever dream like some lost child of a miraculous savior who will come with the documents, neat and tidy, of every day in the past. No, you dream of things greater than that,... ironic that one gets lost in the past as soon as they lose it. Hell, I could have been exactly like you, and been overjoyed at the chance to meet you. I'm sure not too many like you exist..."

  Ixia gave a dry, fake laugh- aha-ha-ha. It sounded pretty miserable said aloud, but there was not much to do about it. "I'd like to be the kind of person who could just... move on. Doing that with someone you married? Impressive. I'm not being sarcastic. Just keep on paving your way. I'd hate to be in front of you then."

  Being sarcastic... Ixia couldn't imagine that. It felt good to get it all off their chest. Granted... it did nothing to resolve any of their existential angst, but it was something. They clasped their hands together, and concluded, "I also like your name. Brown. Nice. Simple. You know."

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np: ixia is a little barren but i really wanna flex them bc theyre new lmao...

"I'm always happy to see you, Ixia!" Ace greeted cheerfully when they entered. He looked through the glass door to see the cold, windy storm outside. "You're the reason gloomy weather like this makes me so happy, because I always know you come here to enjoy it. That, and it's nice to get away from that crazy summer heat!" He spoke slowly, aware of their trouble with hearing, and monitored their expressions carefully in case he needed to repeat himself.
Once they were seated, he set down a warm latte with the foam designed to look like an intricate snowflake. "This is the specialty I made just for you! It's got cinnamon," he said proudly before sitting across from them. "I'm honestly very happy you come here. You're really fascinating, you know that? I know it's not really a waiter's place to comment on your personal life, but when you first came to the cafe you looked tired-- more tired than usual, I mean. You looked like you were lost, and that you were on the verge of giving up. But now you have a glow to you, like there's a path you can walk now. I'm sure there's still a bunch of obstacles, but I'm really rooting for you," he encouraged with a small smile.