what does your oc dislike about the oc above them?

"ehhh.. another catgirl maid.. if i had a dollar everytime i saw those online, i wouldn't be here talking to you.."

giving a weak chuckle, salem scratched his scalp awkwardly, looking off into the distance.

"your personality isn't anything groundbreaking either.. quiet but tough..? that deserves an award for originality.. seriously, if i were you, i'd pray to the first god i can think of for a chance at a new life.."

he looked at her and gave an annoying little smile, not really seeming that interested in what he was originally saying.

"since you're a maid, can you bring me a redbull..? this is boring.."

(SORRY IF THIS WAS TOO MEAN HES AN ASSHOLE<3 love the character though!!!!)

Veritas pinched the bridge of his nose taking his monocle off as well to no longer have the useless lense in the way "Ok so, I'm alright with you bein a demon. I prolly belong where ya came from" He spoke raising one finger "an I'm alright with you likin sex. Hell I do too"

Before scowling at the red skinned man "But I swear to god get off your ass and do something! Life ain't a gah damn game an the more ya play those game the more yer gonna suck at chatting with people. GET SOME DAMN SUNLIGHT MOTHERFUCKER!" He erupted 

(Yes I know he sounds like a boomer but he's a really outdoorsy guy, and he hates sitting around doing nothin)

(I'm so sorry xD)

"Now, I don't mind your questionable mood swings, dear..." Sol sighed. Bold of him to call someone else questionable, really. "But who on earth allowed you to dress like that?" He was appalled. Appalled! "Let's not even talk about these color choices, but you are... wearing sweat-... everything with a tie and a jacket. How can you even pass a mirror without it shattering?" He violently shook his head in disapproval. "You need to see a tailor, dear. And not tomorrow, more like yesterday." There were few things that genuinely upset him but someone going out in sweatpants and a jumper without doing sports and not just for a quick trip to the grocery store just baffled him. How could people live like that? He was aware that style was not everyone's priority and that he was rather extra, but... seriously.

"Oh come on dollface," Roswell said. He paused to place a cigar between his lips and flicked his lighter. "Yer not foolin' me with dat pretty face of yers. We both know yer older den me," he said. The old thief leaned backward as he eyed Sol. The chair, made out of old wood and draped with red velvet, cracked as he did so. The backwater cigar lounge was an old place. Filled with old men. Criminals.

Roswell bit the end of his cigar. "Oi use to hate me face," he said. Then snorted. "At least we way it got older. Reminded me too much of me own ol' man," he said. "We have de same face shape. Same stern eyes." Roswell laughed.
"Well eye in me case," he said. Then he shook his head.
"Now oi can't stand de faces of people loike yer. De ones dat cheat time and death," he said. Roswell plucked the cigar out of his mouth and used to point at the chaos wielder.
"It has sumethin' unnerving," Roswell explained himself.
"But oi am sure yer aware of dat. " He shrugged dramatically and leaned even further backward. Roswell's lips pricked in a almost taunting smile.
"Dat face of yers makes yer look loike a wolf among a flock of helpless sheep."

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"What yer babblin' about!" He huffed. "Dose are good for yer." (They were not)

    Derek wrinkled his nose at the cigar smell from Roswell. “Ugh that smells awful. Don’t you know your hurting your lungs with that stuff.” The cigar smell hurt Derek’s sensitive wendigo nose. 

     "Whoo, you're one scary-looking guy," Jackson whistled. "Not the biggest fan, sorry. I know that if I were to break into a house and run into you, I'd hightail it out of there! Not that you're a bad guy-- I'm sure you're great!-- but first thing I see are those horns then those teeth and I am NOT going to turn into anyone's dinner anytime soon."

Jackson was riding the elevator up the Carolina Column. He was going to try to steal a diamond kept on the 85th floor. And then the elevator just stopped, trapping him inside. The building didn’t even need to be living or sentient to know of Jackson’s ill intentions.

Nathaniel placed his hands in his cloak. His lips slightly twisted. How could a building be so tall, Nathaniel thought. He had to place his head in his neck to even get an idea how big the Carolina Columnwas. Nathaniel shivered. He was afraid of heights. 

Kazue stared at Jax, clearly looking scared. “O-Oh? What I don’t like of them? W-Well thats just rude..” Although Kazue did do a quick glance around and he lowered his voice so Jax wouldn’t hear. “Well don’t get me wrong, I don’t like pointing out what I don’t like of others but sweet god is he scary! I wouldn’t want to get on his bad side..” A shiver ran down Kazue’s back and he lowered his gaze, “I’m not surprised of people would purposely avoid him..” 

Nero stared down at Kazue, unimpressed and slightly disgusted. 'Oh, what do we have here? A small, pathetic mortal... I can't believe I had to go so low to talk to one. All of you, humans, are so small and indifferent. You, your fame and followers? Too bad it's going to be gone someday, haha!'
(ah yes Nero dissing on our human race it is)

"What kind of creature are you freakshow? Are you an alien that's a face only a mother can love"  She grabs her keyboard and goes Wha wha wha on it. "Yeah perfect that little ditty suits you well... brah"