"You're too Saad" He said in a sort of whining tone "not to be mean or whatever but could you cheer up a little? It makes me sad. See! Now were both sad"
How this works: Post IC and state what the OC above is/does/has too much of. This can be based on looks, personality, behavior, etc.
Rules:
- Use the word "too" at least once. That is the point of the game.
- Please put effort into your responses. There's technically no sentence minimum, but please no two-word responses.
- Your response should not be NSFW, offensive, or hurtful to real people. Let's confine the emotional pain to our characters.
- Wait until three other people have posted before you post again, unless it's been 24 hours. In that case, only one other person must have posted.
You get the point, right? So let's start for real with Dr. Fire!
“erg... sir, your much too... vibrant, and revealing, please do cover up before the Grand Master sees you like this.. I’ll be held responsible... just a poncho would do. Please I ask very nicely!”
"You are too dependent on other people. Whatever will you do if your Master disappears or dies? Given your job that is not terribly unlikely, is it?" Kazan looked at the Golden Tiger, almost appearing sympathetic. "It's not bad to follow orders if that's your job but it seems like you wouldn't be fine on your own and on that... well, it is worth working on that."
Kazan patiently listened to Liam's little rant, barely containing the amused grin that soon turned into laughter. "Man I feel terrible to inform you that I am not - nor have I ever been - yakuza. That all kind of came... a bit after my time, I suppose," he chuckled, "if you want to know more about tattoos I think you should ask someone who actually is familiar with the current craft and if you want to see me without a shirt so badly you could just ask, you know? No need to get all worked up over nothing..." at least Kazan obviously found it funny.
“You’re too, well, rowdy, to say the least. I get you’re a werewolf or a creature of some kind, but this world has enough people like you.” He murmurs coldly, narrowing his eyes at Liam. “And you’re loud. I hate loud noises...and loud people in general. Mon dieu how can the world put up with people like you.”
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Edit: “I’m not lonely, I have a wife.” He says pointedly. “Though…I guess I get lonely sometimes. But hey, its easier not to have to talk to anyone isn't it? At least for me.”
Damn! your too introverted to talk anyone, dude- go outside or something to talk to other people. Talking ain’t chore you know, otherwise everyone will think your weird, quiet, and lonely!
"Shy, like in too nervous when you don't smile sometimes." Just one simple quote. "This guy is a calm one but he may not like any sea creature around."
dandikix - Decided to throw my rat teenager at your goblin teenager Terrible fun. [OK BUT CAN I SAY JUST SUPER FAST THAT I REALLY LIKE YOUR ART STYLE AND CHARACTER DESIGNS? they're all so nice and i love just peeking at your profiles jajaja]
"Your style is..." There was a pause. Maribelle stared at Benjamin, donned with leopard print cuffs and fine accessories. When she continued on, she did so quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's too loud." She could very well say the same for the other teenager himself. He had the energy of someone no one wanted to mess with -- shit-eating and with a pompous walk to match. Was it wrong to say some part of her was jealous of that pride, as vexing as she also found it to be?
"There's a lot you carry with yourself. I don't know what to really call it." She then added, somehow more reluctant than before. It was certainly familiar, though. "Blood or not, something got you to where you are now. And got you that... outfit."
Said the girl who wore the blandest shit ever. Rock it, Benji.
god i love mari,,,,,poor thing
"Kid, you're way too serious," Elijah said, fighting the urge to wince. What in the hell had gotten this kid so down and out, so torn that she had that haunted look behind her eyes? Pessimism and unhealthy cynicism seemed to ooze from her pores, but Eli knew better. He knew she had to have gone through hell to be like that. "I really want to have a chat with whoever must've done this--kids your age don't just...turn up like that--but I think it's more important for me to tell you that the entire world isn't out to get you." They sighed.
"I know it sure can feel like it. I felt like it too, a lot of the time. Sometimes I still do," They muttered the last part before offering Maribelle a small smile. "But sometimes a smile helps, yeah? Wether it comes from you or someone else."
Elijah cracked a good natured grin as Terry spoke, eyes glinting with amusement. "'Big' is definitely an overstatement for me, first off," They chuckled, absently wrapping a curl of his hair around his finger. "If I were of any use at all, I'd be required to live in Hell, probably. Or if I wanted to wreak havoc on humans, but they don't irk me enough for that to be my chosen career path. Besides, the Sins can probably do bad all by themselves. They're just lazy." They shrugged. "But yeah, Arizona. It's warm enough and far away from my hometown, so I'll take it. Besides, have you ever been to Virginia in the winter? The only choice was to move further south."
When their penchant for having friends over was mentioned, the gave an apologetic smile. "Yeah, sorry about them...or me, really. I'm usually the loudest. And the one to suggest karaoke nights. With a machine that I customized myself, now that you mentioned the tinkering thing. But, yeah, sorry. I'll do my best to keep my noise level in mind."
"You're too crazy," Terry chuckled between sips of his fountain drink. "So you mean to tell me you're a big demon, bloodline of the seven deadly sins, and you choose to move to Arizona? I mean, sure, born in Virginia, but still, I'd never expect a demon of any caliber moving there." He scratched his chin. Guess it made sense considering how hot it got there, now that he thought about it.
"Chaotic as hell, too," he added while dropping his hand. "I hear you with your friends all the time, or see you bringing new things to tinker with. Look, I don't care what you're doing, just keep it down, yeah?"
"I am sorry if I'm being too strict but I have to put my foot down on this one," Xander said. His tone sounded parental. Something Terry should be familiar with. (I've heard that parents' evenings are particularly gnarly).
"You're too sick to go to work today, sir, if I do say so myself." Xander leveled with Terry resting on the cough. A pang of worry crossed his face. "You're looking like a walking corpse," the Half breathed. "With all due respect of course," he quickly added.
"Just stay under the blanket sir, get some sleep and I'll take care of the rest." Xander sounded slightly too delighted by the idea of having a guest over. It didn't matter to him that Terry looked as pale as a paper towel. "I can get you some tea-" he paused as his gaze met Terry's "-or coffee," he added swiftly. "Something warm that tickles your throat. Maybe some honeyed coffee? Have you ever tried that?" Xander hadn't. He thought it sounded disgusting. The idea gave Xander a repulsive expression he couldn't fully hide.
"No matter," the singer added underneath his breath. "Just take some rest, I'll take care of the rest, and when you're feeling a bit better we can discuss… Music, if you like. Ah, you can tell me about the oboe…" Xander frowned. "After you rested of course sir. That is our main priority here," Xander said reassuringly. Though it wasn't clear if he tried to treasure Terry, or himself.
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For np: pleased don't pin it on his weight ;v;. Thanks 🙏.