The OC above has a crush on yours!

It hurts to be proven right sometimes. Love's seen her act in similar ways with others before - he wonders if Aurae knows how obvious it is from an outsider's perspective - and now he must contend with being the subject of her eye and ire. Love is quite used to being the target of crushes and flights of fancy. He wonders for too long if his typical flirtatious veneer is appropriate now, given that he contends with similar feelings.

"I do like you quite a bit," he admits, once he finally catches Aurae in an appropriate moment to speak plainly. "Yes, I like just about anybody, and therein lies the rub."

And he wonders how to elaborate from there. He regrets not properly preparing his words, like he's used to. Fool of him to think he could easily achieve a true heart-to-heart.

"I believe it's best for you to focus your own attentions on someone else. Anything you'd like to share with me would not turn out well for either of us." And there it is; he can't help the shitty grin coming to his lips, his usual attire for any conversation. "I'm simply not going to do you more good than harm, sugar."

@np, a lot of the time, love's admissions towards crushes are ploys to secure new customers. he's not incapable of genuinely fancying someone, and will get really cheesily romantic with it when he does, but those fancies don't often last more than a few weeks.

bruv is bi, so go crazy. also ping me please :>

stgelatin

     Reggie sat alone at a table in the corner of the tavern, just the way he preferred-- Well no, that wasn't true. He didn't prefer being here at all. If it were up to him he'd be in his room at the hotel, but the Church had emphasized the importance of him being in this specific place. Somewhere here was an entrance to an underground temple they wanted intel on. He'd go in, take down some monsters there, find loot, then report his findings. Fitting that they'd treat him like some kind of dog to play fetch with.

     He'd had to have been there for at least twenty minutes when the boisterous person at the opposite end made his way towards him. Reggie grimaced when the tiefling introduced himself as Love and bat his eyelashes at him. Intimate body language and comments about feeling strongly for him. He wasn't convinced. He'd done his best to ignore Love the minute he stepped inside, but it was hard not to with his music (especially those lyrics). This man was in the business of selling stories, and this was just one of them.
     "I'm busy," dismissed Reggie without looking at Love. Even if there'd been any interest, he wouldn't want anyone to be close to him when he could turn into a beast without a moment's notice.

PicklePantry (pinging since it's been 18 days, hope it's fine 👍)

Mark wasn't one for romance. If anything, it was something he could easily care less about. Why would he quote-unquote "date" someone when he already has a robot child as well as his work to be happy about?

Not to mention, this guy he has been seeing a lot lately (somehow) was similar to him in terms of personality: stoic, serious, and definitely a loather of socializing. Surely, neither of them can be anything more than loose acquaintances. Surely, their bare relationship could never evolve into something more. Surely, neither would be saddled with unnecessary feelings for each other. That would be uncharacteristic for the both of them! It would never happen!

…Right?

Wrong.

Because Reggie had told Mark about his feelings, and honestly? The only emotion Mark could feel right now was internal explosion.

It was almost overwhelming. It almost felt like a migraine. He wasn't sure if this was good or bad for the both of them. But, as they always say, honesty is the best policy. So he might as well tell him how he also feels…

"You know, I- I didn't expect that from you. And— I don't know if I'm confusing this for something else, but I feel the same, in a way. It's just- can we really work? How should we approach this?"

@ NP: mark is acearo and autistic. if they realize they somehow developed a crush on ur OC, expect them to be very tsundere around them. perhaps mark wouldn't completely spell it out they like them, but… the feelings are front and center, for sure

also pls ping me

  zomg this is so good what the shell… you never miss fr. tysm

comedy_pink (Hi it's me again 😭 I hope this is good errrmmmm hopefully this makes sense???? Roshin is far too dense to get any type of hints even if it was a brick to the face so (I wanted to do Seti because of the other post and i thought it'd be funny but decided not to...))

"I appreciate your company too...?" Roshin said, his tone halting as he tried to piece together Mark's behaviour. Roshin stared at the brown haired roboticist in front of him, brows furrowed as he analyzed the peculiar mannerisms he'd begun displaying. The unicorn watched as the usually composed Mark shift uneasily, noticing a peculiar pink dusting his face? He had offered to turn up the air conditioning, but that was met by a quick dismissal.

They had been more... well, he wasn't sure what word to use. They've always been a bit cold and snarky, which he understands, though he thought they were starting to get along more. Even then, why would they randomly say something so sentimental? Actually, now that he thought about it, the roboticist had been saying things like that for a while now. Lines that seemed to hover on the edge of intimacy. This time, though, it was definitely more straight forward than before. Before? He mentally stumbled... What exactly were the other instances? Recollections blurred together until they were indistinguishable – multiple occurrences faded into an undeterminable tally.

Roshin's mind whirred as he processed this information, eyes still focused on Dr. Enigma, unblinking. As the cogs turned in his head, something clicked.

"You like me?" Roshin wore a bemused expression, his eyes flickered with growing comprehension. His words weren't a question. Rather they were a statement of fact.

It took an additional beat for the gravity of his words to fully sink in. With that recognition, an adrenaline rush sent his ears pricking up and eyes widening to their fullest extent. He stared at the man with mouth agape while a heat started to creep up his neck.

Fuck.

He attempted to regain his composure. Words became elusive as he wrestled with the chaos brewing within him. Compulsively, he folded his arms across his chest in an unconscious effort to shield himself from the implications of Mark's apparent feelings. He realized it might be time to acknowledge he's a little... dense. Reflecting upon this added another layer of embarrassment, especially considering how prominently framed his companion's affections were - even when unspoken. In truth, uncertainty lingered. He could be misinterpreting the situation entirely and subject himself to ridicule.

"Mark," Roshin finally managed to stutter out. "Have I been misinterpreting all this? I mean I wouldn't- oh God this is so weird." He halted momentarily, dragging an unsteady hand through his hair as he applied pressure to the bridge of his nose with his other hand - an attempt to alleviate the piercing throb of comprehension gradually taking sway. "Though, I won't object if you do have... interest in me."

@NP: He's panromantic demi-sexual. He'd probably go in a very roundabout way of speaking his feelings for an irritatingly long time before he eventually just gets impatient at himself and blurts "wanna go on a date". Probably brings a gift like a nice leather-bound notebook or some fancy fountain pen.

Ping me thanks :3