Alcott stood there as he was confessed to, moving the cigarette around in his mouth as his sea green eyes pierced Ismael. He was used to these confessions, though he found it refreshing to hear it from someone older, and with a good head on his shoulders. He knew the bare minimum about Ismael other than how he had some non-human blood in him and studied history. But that was all he needed to know, honestly. Those alone were great things to have in common. Alcott had always come across non-humans prodding him about his "holy powers", it always felt awkward telling them how he didn't have any powers other than the ability to raise five kids. Alongside that, it'd be nice to have a discussion about history with someone for once.
Tossing the cigarette on the ground and stomping it out, Alcott smirked at the man. "Alright, I'll accept it," he decided. "Let's have dinner tonight. I want to know more about you."
Like the title suggests, the OC above has a crush on yours!
How would your character react after finding out that they have a secret admirer? :^))) (this is my first game thread btw, i hope nobody made a similar one as this)
Remember; this is just for fun!
I'll start us off with Kurai ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Please write with the minimum of 3 sentences!
Edit: whoa, I was not expecting so many posts, thank you all so much!!
-Interactions between adults and minors aren't allowed; ex. A character in their teens having a crush on a 30+ year old/ vice versa.
He was really caught on a surprise, and it was pretty awkward for him. Jess wasn't even using his "better clothes", and he though to himself "Damn, i should at least be wearing something better than this dumpster hoodie. He's cute."
He took some time to think about what to answer to the man in front of him, Jess was never the best at talking "feelings", unless he had dumped himself in a big chest of sarcasm. But at this time, he didn't wanted to use sarcasm, Jess wanted to be as gentle as possible.
"Well, you ARE pretty attractive but... You are way older than me. And I think you wouldn't want a tiny snarky russian boy on your back. I guess you are just confused with your feelings. But if i was older and more smart then we could hang out. But I'm not. So, yea."
Jess awkwardly put his hand on Alcott's chest and tapped a bit. It was extra awkward. He made it worse.
Rowan looked up and down, sneering a bit with the cigarette hanging from his lips. He glanced over at his fighting mates, who seem to be riling up with humor with this choice of events. But Rowan was none too pleased. He was already riled up for his fight soon, and this felt a bit ruffling for him.
"Sorry love, but i dont think i'm the type you should looking at" he grunted, leaning back, glancing back up and down "but give me a pint and i'll think about it"
A little head tilt was given to the other male as he was told the bit of information. "Well, I suppose it wouldn't hurt. I can give you a free sample of my product, but don't go 'round tellin' people we're datin', alright? I know you're jokin', and it's quite a funny quip, but you could've simply asked me for a sample instead of goin' and tellin' me that you like me and all."
Clearly, he didn't believe that Rowan, a man he's barely met, could already start falling for him. It must have been a sort of ruse to get some free stuff. No one liked Marcel, or so he thought?
It was unlike Mayu to stoop down to people he considered, 'common folk', compared to his status; it was even more unlike the Blonde to give anyone a second glance, but this was different. When he was told that this man apparently had a crush on him, the B-Boy would have just laughed in his face and broke his heart right then and there.
If it wasn't for those ears and tail.
As if a switch flipped in Mayu's mentality, his smug expression fell, swiftly replaced with a demeanor befitting a fangirl attending her favorite concert for a boy band. Without a second thought, Mayu rushed right over to Marcel's side, dark irises weirdly sparkling as he stared at the poor guy in awe. "Hey, hey! Are you a real Doggy?! Can I touch these, then?!" He talked a mile per minute, excitedly pointing at those adorably perky ears of his. Without waiting for permission, the boy grabbed those ears and eagerly started to pet Marcel. "Who's a good boy? You are~! Yes, you are~!" He cooed, and-- Wait, he was supposed to either reject or reciprocate the man's crush, right? Well, whatever! Useless crap like that would have to wait after he was done happily petting Marcel.
"Aren't you that kid that's been following Nobutaka around?" the detective deadpanned to the young teen. The few times he had monitored the movements of his sworn rival, he noticed Mayu around with him. They both seemed to be close, even if they were punching each other half of the time. For that matter, Frederick had never bumped into the young mobster. How on earth did he...?
"Oh, I get it," the older man noted. "He sent you here to try and win me over and lure me into a trap, did he? Sorry to say, but it takes more than just a simple male to win my interest." He long arm stretched out as he flicked between Mayu's eyes. "I've never been attracted to the hotheaded types, either. So sorry."
"Well, well, well." Nigel couldn't help but sneer at the taller man's cold expression. Did he hear that right? A confession? From someone as serious looking as, well, whoever this was? Scoffing, he continued, "An uppity man like yourself, interested in someone like me? Maybe I should hold a party to celebrate." The sarcastic drawl was evident in his voice, and Nigel couldn't help but roll his eyes. It barely took a second's glance to know that Frederick was likely the overly-serious, straight-laced type. Though perhaps straight-laced wasn't ... quite... the word he as looking for because he knew there was something different about Frederick. Nigel just couldn't put his finger on what.
Vaguely intrigued, he stretched his mouth into a frightening smile. "... Well, I do have some spare time today. So why don't we try to get along for now?"
"I don't see why you would come to me to say that. It's not logic."
Adrian kept himself on his own place, sitting drinking some tea in a coffee cup. The man was standing in front of him, with a very annoyed face, like telling him he had a crush on Adrian was something to be really angry about. And honestly, it kinda was.
"There's no reason for you to like me. You don't know me. You think that you do, probably, but you don't. And honestly, I'm not interested on giving you a chance either. Not because of you as a person, but because I don't like to get involved with people I don't know, you see? This kind of stuff can be pretty dangerous."
As he waited in line at the grocery store, Terry heard a voice call out to him. He turned his head, blinking several times as he saw a tall man with a... with a dog for... hair...? The teacher stared at the drooling mouth for what seemed like hours until he remembered the face underneath, looking at him blearily. "Wh-What? Crush?" It took him a moment to comprehend the gravity of the situation, and soon his shock melted into exhaustion. "Wait, aren't you the one that wanted a date the other day? Did you really like it enough to develop a crush? You're not pulling a prank on me, are you?" This guy just screamed "bad boy" with, uh... with "good boy" at the top of the head. He had a mean glare that could pierce steel, and a confident attitude that demanded attention. Compared to him, Terry was even sadder than usual, and that was saying something.
Suddenly, Vegas said something to make the teacher blink. "Huh?" The blonde pointed at something behind him, and he followed it to look at his groceries. "Oh what? My pickles?" He grabbed the jar of pickles and looked at it, then up at Vegas, a bit unnerved by the intensity of the stare. "This is what you wanted? I mean... this was the last one on the shelf..." He pursed his lips as he looked at the jar of delicacies. They were damn tasty, he always had to have one, but he had a feeling that he might not get the chance to eat them (or anything) if he refused the guy. Sighing, he handed Vegas the jar and watched him rush off. Weird guy, he noted.
Terry patiently listened to Damien's ramblings, occasionally moving his 64 oz mug closer to drink some cherry cola. His expression stayed dull the entire time. In truth, he wasn't listening to a word the man was saying, but rather, he was replaying episode after episode of Seinfeld in his mind, having watched it so many times that he memorized each and every line.
"...I'm not sure. Before, it was this Jackson guy, and now it's you. How many times do I attempt to ward y'all away? Fish, leave me alone... In fact, you're going to gra-dory get sick of me as well. I don't even have what my students call steel memes that can melt jet fuel, so why even bother? You're not hot it's just your temperature that makes you what people even call hot."
The endless night continued with Damien rambling why Terry shouldn't like him along with lame, half-assed puns...
"I... oh. I see." Chris stared blankly at Damien for a moment, not knowing what to say. A slight blush appeared at his cheeks as he looked down. "I'm flattered, but I'm afraid that I don't exactly feel the same way. I'm sorry." His eyes traveled around, from the floor to his fidgeting hands, but never to his face. He was afraid to see how he felt about his response. Was he too uptight?