what does your oc like about the oc above them?

"In a way... I don't like being around you." Lukys admited with a weary look on his face. "It somehow makes me... feel bad.. I don't know how to describe it. You're just so cool and mysterious... and handsome and you always know what to say and you're all around just better than me." he said, slightly frustrated.
Lukys felt immediate regret after speaking what was on his mind. Why did he say that? He's usually not that bold. Ashamed, he looked to the ground. "I'm s-sorry..." he mumbled. "I guess... I'm just a little jealous." Who would've thought?
"I'd... I'd rather look up to you. I bet people have a lot of expectations of you, too... But you seem like.. you've got it all figured out. I can't help but admire that..." Although he was being genuine, the smile the half-elf gave Pheonix was undeniably stressed. Was that the right thing to say? Was that a good apology for what he thought was an emotional outburst earlier? Was he just making everything worse again?

"Huh?... I.. I'm not that-..." Lukys stammered nervously, but he was helpless against the womans hidden compliments. He could only fumble with his vest, as the red tint on his cheeks got stronger and stronger. Although he had dozens of reasons to dislike him on his mind, right off the bat, he recognized her words as a kind (albeit teasing) gesture. So he held back his protests. Surely there must be a way for him to show his appriciation and graditude to her.
"Th-thanks...? I think... I- I dunno... uhh!... Aaahh!..." Unfortunately, Caritas has left the poor boy completely overwhelmed. 

“What do I like about you, let’s see…” Caritas tapped her finger to her chin, the contemplative mood of her pose ruined by the mischief in her eyes. “Maybe your kindness? No, that couldn’t possibly it, right?” Usually her voice was placid, but this time it was dripping with exaggeration. “Oh, is it that you can face most monsters without fear? Hmm, no.” Perhaps she was having a little too much fun with this, but who could blame her? Lukys managed to simultaneously draw out her protectiveness, as well as the wish to tease him good-naturedly. “It can’t be your competence in the matters of alchemy either, or your love for always learning new things. Even your patience with reading books, something I sincerely wish I had because I am incapable of sitting still for too long—In all honesty, Lukys.” The playful tone vanished, replaced by warmth. “I can confidently say that there isn’t anything I dislike about you. I know that the expectations of others can be overwhelming, but I hope that one day you’ll be able to feel at ease.” 

Everything! Everything about her he liked! She nearly took his breath away by her sheer beauty alone! Marcus can't deny that she was absolutely a remarkable woman. And how she carries herself. Pure elegance. She truly was a package deal. Stunning and sympathetic. Marcus could feel it. Her kindness was real and pure. Not the pretend ones alot of people used. But the kindness that came from deep within. Rooted from her background. And though she seemed confident. There was this innocence to her, a naiveness. A feeling of perhaps her sweet soul could be salvage and saved. Marcus wasn't sure if he was crushing hard or if it was that damn magical grip that women always had over him! He always knew women were dangerous creatures... She was a prime example. Bah!! Arrggh! Marcus refuses to show weakness or feelings of like for woman. After regaining his composure the man grunted. Trying to hide his feelings.

"Suppose you have great hair for a woman." 

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Though he was not a party goer or attend these type of fancy parties. But for her, anything! Classy lady indeed! She was the major's daughter. "You don't even need to ask." He does a gentleman's bow, respecting her rank in society. As he got up he smirks and gives her a wink.

"That's an easy one," Rovey scoffed, bent over the floor. She rose with a clattering tray of silverware and added it on tiptoe to a growing stack in Marcus' arms. "I like how strong you are!" 

She gave his forearm an affectionate squeeze. "How much more time do you have today? If we finish cleaning the entire party, I'll treat you to leftovers."

“I-I u-um.. well..” He played with his hands nervously, while looking away. “W-well I think you l-look very interesting!” He stopped and quickly continued. “N-not in a r-rude or b-bad way I mean I mean you l-look very gorgeous ma’am!” He gave a nervous smile. 

((Ee im not used to roleplaying in TH so idk if I’m doing this correctly 

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“O-oh.. thank you...” He looked down, not used to meeting new people.

"I like how you are selfless and caring! those are always good traits to have, least in my research."

" wow, so you were created to learn about emotional attachment ? " chuanli leans forward . he's very curious about this strange being ! how it could take on the form of a human , but not be that entirely , is such a weirdly new concept to him -- not to mention , he wonders how creatures like that are formed. several questions bubble up , one after another , forming in a very ... poorly constructed sentence. 

" omigoshyouwerecreatedbyotherhumanstolooklikeahumanthat'ssocoolcanyoutellmemoreaboutyou ? "

somehow, that is said in a single breath.

"You are still quite young, aren't you?" Shin asked with a gentle smile, while laying out his words in his mind before he spoke them. "I almost envy your seemingly endless amounts of energy..." the old man let out a sigh, "...but from what I have heard about you, it is your communication skills that stand out. It is a great trait that I hope you will keep, considering even a lot of people my age still struggle with it." he chuckled lightly. "You do wear your heart on your sleeve, but that is a positive trait in my books - just watch out what you say and to whom." Because of course it was also something that could get people in trouble. He just had to think of Val... It may also have been a bit ironic that Shin considered openness a positive trait.

"Having the title you have, especially at such a young age... Being a messenger to the adepti, is quite an honor, is it not? I am sure you must be great at it, just don't let it get to your head, kid. It does seem like you have quite the eventful future ahead of you." The old lady did speak rather fondly of Chuanli after all, and she was rarely wrong.

also NP: If Shin isn't fun feel free to pick anyone here - you can click the icon in the middle for more info!)

confusedthing (It's been a long time. Maybe you'd like a bump.)

Caspian looked at him with very little outward expression. Shin was very pretty. Very regal, he thought. At least he could have been if it weren't for that smoking thing that hung from his lips. His pale hair and blue eyes stood out. "Young-old angel," he finally said aloud. "I would have killed to look like you at some point." Searching for softness somewhere in his counterpart's eyes, Caspian decided quickly that this man would rather have nothing to do with him. This one had been many places. He would have liked to have known some of them more. Even if they were dark. Especially if they were dark. He silently relented.

It wasn't a difficult thing to tell—the similarities between him and Caspian. Someone similarly otherworldly. Another celestial being of sorts as far as he could tell, in fact. They weren't at all exactly the same, of course, unfamiliar to him were both the planes the other spoke of and the one which he had served, but Caelestis couldn't help the faint tickles of joy in his chest at the encounter even still. 

"It's noble of you," he remarked, a faint smile as he rested his chin against his palm. The two were seated at a small table outside of a quiet café. A cool, early evening, with the first shifting of hues just visible in the sky, and the sun just high enough over the horizon to touch upon him mercifully, yet still illuminate the surrounding environment with ease. "You saw the injustice, the wrongdoings, and what needed to change and improve. Of the world around you and yourself." His fingers grasped delicately at the straw of his drink, tilting the end to nudge around the remaining ice cubes in the empty glass absentmindedly. "To see the beauties, as well as the flaws in the world below—of this plane—and love it for what it is nonetheless. It seems we both can understand that." There was more to it than that, even.

"Only, I live driven more than anything by my own indulgences, but you fight for a true cause. Driven selflessly to make a difference. It's something that I admire greatly, you know. Envy even, just a bit," he chuckled, "but I like you enough that I can't bring myself to mind all too much, at the same time." Yeah… It was a pity there hadn't been many opportunities to comment on Caspian's other appealing qualities amidst this reflective, thoughtful conversation. He was gorgeous, frankly. An air of elegance that made it hard for Caelestis to draw his eyes away from the other party for long, and truthfully, he hadn't actually done all that much to try, so perhaps that interest still displayed itself somewhat as well. He hoped so.

Even regardless of it all, to find an opportunity to interact with another alike being—on friendly terms, that is—was a rare thing, and more than anything, he appreciated it greatly.

Wes felt as though his heart was going to stop. Although used to otherworldly creatures such as the ones that emerge from the portal he had uncovered, he had never seen one so… beautiful.  He knew he had no chance of course, not that it mattered, he simply felt flustered by the very presence. Stuttering and blushed as he was, he watched the enchanting celestial gently pad across the clearing. He wondered if they had not noticed him, peeking from a tree, or simply did not care. They walked with such grace and confidence… were he a better scientist, he would have seized the opportunity to find out more, but he couldn’t help but be transfixed in place. Starstruck, he wondered what it must be like to exist like that. Always so... confident, flowing, so free. He briefly felt a wave of envy, before brushing it off. The change in mood had Wes suddenly realizing how creepy he must seem, and he meekly stepped away to leave the celestial to its adventures. He couldn’t help but hope he’d see them again, and maybe even get to speak with them

"I dunno, I guess I like that he's like.. the opposite of me? Socially awkward people are my faaavorite to tease, watching them pathetically try to form a sentence or respond to some random shit I said to get a reaction is quality entertainment~"

"He gives me either a rather musical punk or skater vibes and while he's such a teaser~ I wonder what goes onto his mind?~"

"The pink hair..." He peered over the lady as he scanned the strands of hairs that would stop as it touched her back. "Is it natural?"

He's rather interested in her appearance than what she does for a living. Which seems normal for Alphonse at first. But the vampires is pleased with the hues of her hair. In fact, he's fond with it. Unlike his light blonde hair, pink stands out but it's not in a very obnoxious way. "It's rather beautiful. Even if you dyed it, I just wanted to say that I like looking at it..."

He paused momentarily, as he realized he was too close to Danya. "I'm sorry, I'm being a bit rude, am I?" He asked, his hand on his chest, pretending to be embarrassed about himself for what he's done. "You said you were a therapist, dear? Perhaps we can have a talk or two with some of my newer troops, if you do not mind it. They're not used to my strict behavior and they need some talking... you're good at that aren't you?" 

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"Finally... someone with taste." He muttered as he turned his head to smile... almost gratefully. He was please. "Human fashion changes so much... it truly is a lost craft. I have to get people to travel across the countries to gather something like this. Though I'm very interested with that shade of red you have there on your dress. What did they dye to produce that beautiful color?"