what does your oc like about the oc above them?

"What's not to like!" Leika barked. She had sat down at her, regular customer, table. Coloring in her placement with crayons and pencils, not a real masterwork for a starting tattoo artist, but something that kept her mind on track. "You're smart, " she told Ace. In contrary to other people in this conversation, "good witted!" Leika placed a crayon against her temple and poked her head a few times, "you're a socializing wizard, you know exactly how people feel and always have the right words to cheer them up, " she said. Slowly laying the crayon down. She took a long sip of her hot chocomel with a carefully placed smile. "And you help me out, " Leika scrambled in her bag once more. Revealing a small notepad, sorh notes she had kept. Pick up lines, she had definitely stolen from him, written down in a hasty manner. "And you gave me these beauties, " she said. Softly wiggling the paper with her big broad smile. Man, she would move earth and heaven for her new friend Ace. 

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"Well!" She said with pricked ears and a big smile. "We, uh I mean I, think your pretty neat too little fellow!" 

(Please forgive means if this isn’t the best, it’s been a while since I’ve written IC so I’m a bit rusty sOBS- I hope it’s tolerable? Darling is super young so I’m trying to convey that but it may not turn out the best eep)

“You seem absolutely lovely!!” Darling giggled, hopping up and down slightly before calming down enough to speak without it being an excited blur of words.

“We really like how strong and brave you are! We bet you could show any bad guy who’s boss!” She yipped excitedly clapping her paws together, “Super super smart too, we think! You can count things soooooo fast we think it’s absolutely crazy!” She shrieked the last part of her sentence, emphasizing the words by throwing her paws up in the air and falling over on her back giggling, before hopping back up to continue her excited rambling

“We also think you’re reallyyyy really pretty,” she added shyly “your hair and ears look sooo cool, your arm markings too!” She pointed towards Leika’s tattoos eagerly “We’ve never seen anything like them!!! They’re really really cool, we mean it!” She grinned at Leika 

“We’d love to have you as a friend, we bet you’d be really fun to play and talk with!” She hopped up and down slightly, unsure what else to say, her excitement was getting the best of her and she was beginning to lose her words but oh boy, was she fond of the woman in front of her and by god she was going to try and express that as MUCH as possible

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Darling chirped and barked with joy, she did remember Walker and was honestly absolutely over the moon to see her again, ESPECIALLY when she complimented the child and proceeded to give her another éclair like last time. She was far too excited to express her gratitude verbally so I’m an attempt to show it anyway she ran around in a little circle purring and barking excitedly.

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

   - this is so cute wtf????? I've said it in my initial claim, but fuck it I'll say it again. I love Darling and would 10/10 die for her or slam down a claim for her. >:(

The last time the two had met, Walker had offered the little ungulate an eclair. She might've felt a little terrible about it back then - because it reminded her of her son. Regardless of whether it was because she had it in the first place - or she dared cast away the pastry so carelessly - the woman felt a prick at her bosom as she regarded the other party. Again.

She did, however, have to admit that the creature was still as adorable as ever. Almost like a puppy, she thought with the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the ends of her lips. If it didn't have such a personal connotation,, she would've even wryly joked about the sugar infiltrating the other party's system and making her more adorable than ever.

Yea... Maybe don't say that out loud.

"I do not know if you remember me," she muttered with the slightest flutter of her eyes, "but I remember you quite fondly. You... You have that energy, that spark of life that I appreciate. Quite greatly, really." She tittered and held a hand to her mouth. Maybe the aristocrat was being a little patronizing at the moment. As a treat. "It can come off as naive at times, but..." For a moment, the woman glanced off to the side, then leaned in, ever so slightly.

Almost picking up the fai so that the height difference wasn't as awkward, Walker added quietly, "... I cannot see why you are regarded as an embarrassment. You are... Actually friendly, and sweet. Hyperactivity is a mere side effect of you being so approachable." Well, that was a bit weird. The woman straightened her posture and brushed some dust off her clothes. "Which is not saying that one causes the other, but..." she hastily interjected before wringing her hands together, "I hate to admit it, but I almost wish I was like you. Not the naive part, of course. But to find it easy to talk, to make friends... To not have a worry about the things considered small..."

Another pause. Walker sighed, her eyes clouded as she looked off to the side. Then... She had another idea emerge into her mind. The woman stuck her hands into her pockets, then pulled out another chocolate eclair, individually wrapped. She blinked at it, hoping that the other party didn't notice for whatever reason, before tearing the plastic and offering the pastry to the other party. Again.

"Here, you can take this as a treat," the woman told her with a soft and subtle smile, "I know you likely prefer these more than I do, even if I was going to eat this later. Besides, do not worry for me. I have enough money to buy another." She laughed, and this time, it actually had a melody to it. Like she wasn't at all stressed and actually felt like she could be the slightest bit more vulnerable around this little creature. Aww.

Walker not being reminded of her son for once whenever she sees a young man? surprising.

here's.... a follow-up...

Colette was quiet for a moment as she gave a curious look to young man.

"You seem like someone...who hides a lot behind yourself. Still...I think that a lot of good shines through." She broke her silence with a soft hum, bringing a finger to her cheek in thought. "You may not always get the best outcome with your decisions, but it comes from a place of wanting the best. I think that desire for the greater good is an admirable thing. You seem much more emotional than you let on..." The doll tilted her head with a pause, before casting her gaze down to the ground in embarrassment. "...Apologies if that was not my place to say."

"-If you're happy and you know it then your face will surely show it, it you're happy and you know it..."
Smiley's song drifted into silence when he realized the person he approached was Colette. He was quiet, more so than usual. In his hand was a cracked baseball bat that rested against the ground, but his grip was limp rather than tight this time. He couldn't bring himself to force happiness on her, he never could. He was glad his mask was on, hiding everything his face was showing, like the longing stare that was somehow still conveyed even through the crudely drawn face.
"You..." he spoke softly, gently. There was no hiss, no hum, no twisted teasing, just a simple, plain, vulnerable voice. "You're the only one that saw something different when you looked at me. Like you weren't scared, or angry, or pitied me. It was like you actually cared about me. And it makes me... happy. :)"
Smiley turned his head for a quiet moment then fully turned his back to her, resting the bat against his shoulder. "I could have made you happy, too," he whispered under his breath before walking away.

It's too typical for him to claim that it was because Richard makes him smile or he makes him happy. But both of these things were true. Matias is rather content with Smiley and his child and no one else could really replace them.
To everyone else, he'd deny the fact that he'd like him in the first place. But to himself, there was many things that he liked about his partner. There were alot of things that he loved about him!

"Aside from being a freak show every time he's wearing that mask," he paused for wee bit. "He's kind. He's sweet. Richard is thinks about the happiness others more than himself - that is something to admire about. And if you get passed the mask..."

The thought of his face flashed across his mind. He pulled his hat down over his face, where you can see the gradual change of skin color turn a slight pink hue. "He's... very... nice to look at..."

Fitzgerald had perched himself on a wall as he eyed the white-suited man below him. He had heard of him before... The "Mad Cow" - according to legend. Yet as he admired the man from above, Fitzgerald didn't really see why the adage applied. For him, the "Mad Cow" was really just someone who happened to be inordinately obsessed with milk. Of course, that was a little eccentric too, but... It was still ultimately harmless, right? Right?

Oh boy, wait until he learns about the existence of the Wolf.

"Yoohoo," Fitzgerald hummed from above before giving the other party a coy wave of his hand, "I heard you like milk. And cookies, too." Seriously? With a haughty laugh, the aristocratic youth - who had been laying against the wall for a bit - finally sat himself up properly and gave the slightly older man a thin smile. "Milk is okay from my experience. I'd drink some if I was thirsty, and I wouldn't mind receiving a bottle from you, but... Cookies are delicious too... I think I have one in my bag right now, you know. It's chocolate chip. Do you like those with milk, at the very least?"

He seemed genuinely curious for once, as he pulled out the aforementioned cookie from his bag and presented it to the man. Hopefully that didn't incite the "Mad Cow" to kick his ass. And even if it did...

"You seem friendly too," he commented further as he waved the pastry, then retracted it. Ouch. His fingers flicked at the plastic wrapping for a second before finally piecing it apart, allowing the man to take a bite of that cookie he had been craving all day. "Though I think... When it comes to being realistic, I prefer to be charming. And that's what you are. I heard you try to make friends with people during your job, just as long as they accept those milk bottles of yours." And with a haughty laugh once more, Fitzgerald took another bite of his cookie and hummed in contentment. Seriously, what's up with these legends? They might as well be shitty nursery tales at this point...

"That's an inherently good thing," grunted Fitzgerald, "since it's always better to have allies than enemies. You only make enemies if you have to, and that's... Different than most people." Gee, look who's talking! With a resounding sniff, the youth took another bite before sighing and dangling his feet down the wall. "I admire that, really. It's something all people should have. Charm, and a penchant for making alliances. It's what really makes people successful. Nobody will notice your abilities if you don't have the way to show them off."

The last few words had been mainly for himself - almost as a form of reassurance - but the following question wasn't: "By the way, can I have a bottle of milk? I think this cookie made me feel a bit thirsty."

this was.... a bit of a challenge given that I don't normally write indirect interactions in forum games, but....

fuck it. follow-up time. if... one could call it that?? either way, Seung-Cheol and Fitz have the potential for an interesting dynamic down the line- :)c

"So you wear a mask? I would do the same if I we're you, " Salvador said. Then he flinched. He bit his lower lip and starting to shake his head desperately. "I..didnt mean it that way, as in the way that you need to cover your face up cause-" Salvador stopped talking. Right then, right there and shrugged. "It keeps you safe." Nice recovery. The thief folded his arms behind his back while eyeing Seung-Cheol for a long time in silence. "You're not who you seem right? You got more going on, I like that, inspector sir" Salvador said. he cocked his head a bit. "But.. Do you really think you can make a change? In this world?" He asked. Again more bluntly than he intended. "You need more then your wits and a mask for that."

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Ever since Brown got interest in him, for whatever reason really, Salvador's days were filled with cake, pastries and other sweetstuff. This promise of sweet was the only thing that kept Salvador here. He uneasily plucked the sleeve of his worn jacket, listing to Johnson with a half ear. "I'm not blunt," he told the other party quiet bluntly. His frown grew a bit when Johnson mentions Roswell and his, endeavors. The new pillows his Leidsman had was the first thing that sprong in Salvador's mind,  the new silverware was close second. Salvador shrugged. "I won't see a reason why," he stated. You had to have a certain, charisma, if you wanted to sell oblivious stolen goods. Something Salvador knew he lacked. Thats why wallets and purses were his main 'targets'. You don't have to sell money, to get money. "I like it non-flashy," Salvador admitted. He fixed his scarf while talking. "Dont see the point in spending money on riches when you can buy.. Food," he said with a shrug. Like sweets and pastries. Keep the goal in mind little weasel man, just a wee little longer. He eyed the wine with a pained expression. It was the one he tried to steal, all those nights ago. When Johnson set the glass aside, Salvador grabbed it. Didn't ask for it, nope, just swiped it.  Salvador removed his glove, stared at his pitch dark cursed fingers, before dipping one in the wine. It started to bubble a bit and after a few seconds of this awkward wine dipping, Salvador shoved the glass back in Johnson's direction.
"You should try it now," he said with a nod to the wine. Totally ignoring Johnson's questions about his life as a thief or the way he blended into the crowds, apparently he didn't want to talk about it. Or had no interest. Who knows. Again, being social isn't his strong suit. He smiled weakly at Johnson's expression. "It's aged, like old wine" he said. Again nodding at the glass as it was a normal thing to do. "Roswell sometimes ask me to do this to his wine. Old wine is more expensive. Taste better," Salvador said. 

   - I am. so late with my response to this follow-up.

that asides.... I'm.... so sorry for Sal being stuck with Johnson like this..... at least Johnson will appreciate the wine Sal just magically aged for him-   

Ignoring the fact that the last encounter between them was almost a near-death experience for the poor thief, Johnson actually didn't mind the youth that much as he picked at the grime underneath his fingernails. Ew? But that asides, he did genuinely understand why Brown was so fond of the younger man, looked upon him like a son - even.

With a smooth smile, he looked over his shoulder and at the youth as he remarked, "You're a blunt fellow, you know? It's a good trait to have, when most people are too dedicated to winding their asses off to get to the point. So, I'll just make this short in order to not make this too much of a hassle - for the both of us." Gee, look who's talking. He hummed to himself while flicking his fingers, then adjusting his position in his admittedly quite frugal-looking chaise. This wasn't his friend's dwelling by any means, but he liked the plush texture nonetheless, and he had the feeling that the thief appreciated the simplicity too - at least when compared to the almost gaudy opulence that characterized much of them.

"You're probably aware that I let Roswell take my stuff, and I won't hesitate to give you - or that pointy-eared friend of yours - the same privilege," grunted Johnson, "Just be aware that I'm not the most decorative or flashy when it comes to my possessions. I prefer to impress people with my personality, and I feel that you follow the same principle, sir. I mean..." He extended an arm towards the young man's scarf and relatively plain outfit, in comparison to Johnson's similarly blank cloak.

"... Sometimes less is more, don't you think?"

And it was at that moment when Johnson lifted a glass of wine off the desk next to him, before taking a long (almost obnoxiously so) sip. It was almost like he was taunting the thief with what the latter almost stole but failed. But - maybe - if he asked nicely, Johnson would gladly gift him that bottle of wine? It wasn't like he was that much of a wine drinker anyway; absinthe was more of his taste, and it wasn't just because of the bitterness.

The middle-aged man set the glass aside before neatly folding his hands into a steeple and drawling further, "It sounds like an oxymoron coming from me, but perhaps you could make sense of it, given your status. Besides... I heard that contributed heavily to your success as a thief. I mean... Your ability to blend in with the crowd, at the very least? Tell me more about it, if you so please... At least until our friend comes back with that damn pastry she's been planning out..." So much for "less is more!"

honestly good for Terry for not really liking Johnson, because yeeeeaaa the old man doesn't deserve legit stans.....

here's a follow-up for you pickle.... ty for the necromancy once more.....

"Boy, you sure take this, uh... thing of yours seriously, huh?" Terry grunted while gesturing to Johnson's... everything. Rich clothes, pompous attitude, cold stare, yeah yup, he was the kind of guy that would think bananas cost nine dollars. He could figure what the guy was thinking about him just by looking at that smug stare. Messy guy with no money to his name was only worth showing off too.
"Well it's not like it's new to me. I've met plenty of parents that act even more childish than their kids, and I teach fourth grade, if that says anything. Still, I don't know, I can't bring myself to hate you. Could be because I've built up a hell of a tolerance, or I'm too tired to care, but I'm not sure. I guess more because I know your position has a lot of work. Lots of eyes watching you, lots of criticism waiting around the corner. I definitely don't envy it," he chuckled. "And if anyone could shoulder those responsibilities, I think you fit the bill well enough." He chuckled again, "Well, if you ever need the ego boost or just to vent, my door's always open. It'll cost you lunch, though."

Nathaniel walked in circles. He was baring his sharp fangs and his ears laid in his neck, giving of the idea of an circus Tiger that was fet up to much. Nathaniel huffed and spat, even growled slightly while he squeezed his hands into fists and back to hands. "You know what I am, " he spat at Daisy. His nose wrinkled. "You know what I have inside me, this curse, " he continued. Nathaniel kicked a chair angrily. "I want it gone witch, I want it out of my system. I want it out of everyone's system, " he said. The chair revived another kick, a more frencied one. Enough to break one of the armrests. Nathaniel's gaze shifted from kicked chair back to Daisy. His lips still a bit curled up, but most of his rage seemed to have died along side the furniture piece. "And you, " he said pointing his finger at Daisy as he slowly approached her. "You're going to help me." Nathaniel stopped right in front of her. His pupils were splits, beastlike. "I appreciate your knowledge and power, even though I don't approve it, " Nathaniel said. He was know for being a hypocrite. "Name your price. Gold, smuggled ware, forbidden artifacts, blood.." Nathaniel huffed before turning away from Daisy. "I'll get it for you. No price is too high." 

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Nathaniel started to laugh, then smiles. "Alright goatman, " he said while pointing at the other party's horns. "Whatcha plan?" 

"Ahh, I see, you're a very driven man, aren't you?" Bladez purred, turning his attention from where he was idly inspecting his nails to focus on Nathaniel directly. "You're the kind of guy that'd just throw it all away for a little gold, am I right? That ain't an insult--!" he quickly corrected, pulling back with his hands up rather melodramatically. "Listen, listen, I'm the same, right, I'm the same. You're honest, I can appreciate that. It's true! No, I'm not just trying t' sweet talk you, I get that a lot, but I'm not, swear on my honor! Swear, actually, you're one of those guys that kinda lives on the fringes of the world, am I right? You're the type that can find new and powerful things, right?

"I figured as much," he continued to ramble, "which is wh-y I'm here. You see? You and I, I think we could work pretty well together, we could, we could. I'm a pretty open guy, I'm a pretty clever guy, I think we could work pretty well together. Make sense?" He paused, perhaps realizing he hadn't left a moment for the other man to get a word in, before that overconfident grin found its place again and he leaned back in his chair, trying to look somehow both smug and aloof at once. "Yeah? You're a smart guy, you've got a sense of humor. I think you could fit with what I have in mind, yeah?"