"Hello there! I thought I might give you a hug because you seem to radiate a sort of friend energy! Frienergy? Something like that. I get friend vibes from most people, but you seem like an especially nice guy. That, and I also like your fashion sense! A ghost tie would be a great gift for my big bro on Halloween or something! And I'd love a pair of those goggles for myself for....I guess whenever I want to wear goggles! Can I ask where you got them from?"

Roswell was running, for his sorry hide. A bag of stolen goods dangled dangerously over his shoulder, as he took a sharp turn to the left. Almost slipping in mud and snow.
He had to run, and quick. Roswell ran as fast his long legs could carry him. When he entered a small winding street, deep in the dark heart of the city, the cops still close on his heels, Roswell saw something glister in the corner of his eye. Roswell stopped, maybe it was something valuable.  Maybe something he could sell? The Void knew how much he loved money.
It however, surpassed all of Roswell's expectations. It was a cat.
And not even a normal cat, a purple one. Roswell had never seen something so beautiful and for a few seconds the old man thought he was dreaming. When the creature blinked and purred, Roswell knew that this wasn't a dream. He looked around, making sure that nobody saw them.
"'owaya dare pussycat," Roswell said with a quick smile as he held out his free hand. He then carefully petted the creature, totally forgetting the cops.

claim i have an amazing idea

Roswell remembers that hes on the run so he starts trying to escape again, and while running at full speed, he trips over a giant fluffy black creature.

Thanatos was sleeping until he was woken up by Roswell. He glares at Roswell and hisses.

"Nice birdy nice birdy! Oh look at this shiny thing! Do you like shiny things birdy? Wow! You are a big birdy! Hey I know! You can have this shiny thing if u cover for me!"

Roswell crawls into Thanatos' arms to hide. When he sees that the coast is clear, he throws a jewel behind the police hoping that Thanatos will chase after it.

Emery sheepishly approached Ark making a small frown while doing so. The strange man was still drunk from when they'd met a while ago and yet somehow even though the man still seemed unfamiliar to him; he couldn't shake the feeling that somehow, some way he'd managed to see him before in the past. Many faces came and went from the bar. Most making a pit stop for the night then traveling onward and others just tourists coming to see the small town that was almost famous for being engulfed in plant life. But this man? He thought on it for a moment and then slowly a hazy memory came back to him. It'd been years back, but he still vaguely remembered a news report about a car crash--a horrible accident had happened to this man's family.

He glanced at Ark woozily making his way towards his couch. It seemed like the man'd be fine, but he'd have one hell of a hangover tomorrow which managed to relive some of the anxiety in his chest. He'd caused him a real scare, coming in unexpectedly like that and then just about drinking himself to death. Emery thought to himself for a minute about whether he should even bring it up. It's a sensitive subject, and a lot to put down on a man when he's vulnerable, but he still wanted to offer his condolences. 

Without another thought he made his way over to the man and wrapped his arms around him in a tight hug and murmured, "I know things'll get better for you. There's not much I can do for you, but I know you'll pull though in the end."

"Oh, jeez. Another robot?" Eisla mumbled. Well, here goes nothing. She marched up to Mikan and stared intensely at him, suddenly wishing she could just run off and hide somewhere instead. After a painfully awkward silence, a barely coherent sentence finally tumbled out of her. "S-so, uh, I really like your...eyes? And I was...I was just wondering if I could hug you?"

Oh my GODS, Eisla! What are you doing?! Just hug the damn robot! She screamed silently to herself. Pretend he's your dad or something! Wait, no, that'd be even worse.

"Sure!" Mikan beamed. 

Eisla smiled painfully and went in for the hug, giving him a few solid pats on the back as well. He was really cold. After a couple seconds she backed away, running through what to say next in her head. "That was a good hug!" She blurted. "Anyways, I have to go plant my water now- I mean, water my plants! It was nice to meet you!"

What the hell? I don't even have plants!

And with that, she turned around and walked away as quickly as she could without it being obvious that she was about to go home and bang her head against the wall a good few times.

((I would die for mink btw))

Eisla blinked several times, trying to process what happened. First, this guy she'd just ran into was threatening her and getting ready to rip her to shreds. Next, he was hugging her and apologizing profusely. In a weird way, she was kind of disappointed. She'd accepted her fate as soon as she saw the guy's claws. But now here he was, walking away dejectedly.

She considered going after him to ask what just happened and to tell him that it wasn't a big deal. The poor guy looked like he needed some support. But she hesitated, knowing that she couldn't do much to lift his mood when she was already such a mess herself. 

Screw it. She jogged after Mink until she caught up with him, and lightly tapped him on the shoulder. 

"Hey, don't worry about it. You're not the first person to try and kill me, and you won't be the last."

Shit. That sounded really insensitive.

"Uh...! What I mean is, I forgive you, I guess? I mean you did almost maul me, but I was kind of okay with it?"

Dammit!

"Basically, just, don't beat yourself up about it, please? You look really sad and it's making me feel sad. No harm done, see? I still have all my limbs!"

(I thought I’d carry the scenario from the Fight or Flight thread over! ;) )

“Okay, well, I think we both know who’s gonna win here. Just make it quick.”

Mink only giggled in response to those words. Tearing people to shreds was always a fun time. This was just another fun time... just another person.

His slit irises were locked on his target as he slowly uncurled his fingers, as if to show off his claws. A low hiss rolled off of his tongue before he clicked it. He always preferred to be intimidating before striking. It was more fun when fear was in the air.

However, something happened. He had been about to rush the girl in front of him, but he was stopped. His eyes widened and a frown was etched on his face. He placed his raised foot back on the ground, shaking his head and looking confused. His irises were normal again. He stared at the girl in confusion for a few seconds before looking at his hands. They looked to him as though he were about to...

Suddenly, everything made sense. He was taken over again, and he had been about to attack this poor girl. She would’ve just been another one of his victims who most likely didn’t deserve the pain brought by his lack of mercy.

“Oh God... I’m so sorry,” he whispered. He didn’t look up from his hands for a while. However, when he did, he just stared at the stranger for a little while longer. She looked to be around his age, which only made him feel worse. This was why he could never have anyone to stick around in his life...

He was hesitant when it came to what he was about to do, but he felt like she deserved some form of apology. He slowly walked towards her, his expression soft and guilt clearly showing in his eyes. Without saying anything, he gave her a hug.

The feeling felt so foreign, and for a moment, he was reconsidering his decision to leave everyone who could’ve been in his life for longer behind. He even considered possibly asking if they could be... friends? Or acquaintances? Who knows, but either way...

He stepped back, giving her an apologetic smile. “I’m so sorry,” he apologized again. Why would she want to be on good terms with someone like him? He did almost try to kill her, after all. If he had been about to die at the hands of someone, he wouldn’t have wanted to be their friend, no way. He just couldn’t place himself in anyone else’s shoes.

Mink walked past her towards where he had originally been going, but he stopped after a few steps. “I... I hope you can forgive me,” he muttered. He glanced back. “But it’s okay if you don’t. I hope the rest of your day isn’t as bad as I’ve made it.”

Without another word, he walked away, leaving the stranger alone while he thought about what had just occurred.

Awe, thankies! I’m loving him more and more lately >v< I love how Eisla speaks, she’s adorable <3

(Idk what I'm doing, it's 3 AM for me)

Demarion is walking down the street, going to the local café. He's listening to music and tuning out everything. He suddenly trips on the sidewalk and almost falls over. His headphones fall out. He picks up everything and sees this person sitting on the bench looking a bit blue. He thinks, "why not get social interaction today." He goes over and sits down beside the stranger. "Hi. What's  your name?" He asks the stranger. "The stranger replies, "Mink, yours?" Demarion says, "I'm Demarion, but you can call me Demi! How are you today?" Mink replies that his day isn't great and it can't get worse. Demarion asks "why is your day bad?" Mink starts talking and telling Demarion how he lost control of himself and almost hurt an innocent girl. Demarion really felt bad for this person he doesn't know. Demarion scoots closer and gives Mink a hug. "Everything will get better. Just you watch." Demarion then gets up and leaves to go get his overdue coffee thinking, "I guess social interaction isn't that bad."

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(Mink is amazing! He seems like a lovable character)

It caught her off guard when Demarion first approached her for a hug. It wasn't that he didn't seem like a good kid, but a hug out of nowhere? It was safe to say anyone would be thrown off. Still, it would be rude of her to not give him one, wouldn't it? Especially since he seemed to be going out of his comfort zone as well. Colette reached up to gingerly wrap her arms around his shoulders, giving him a pat on the back before pulling away from the hug. He seemed to looking back at her with a similar look as she was sure she was wearing; blank with a mix of discomfort at the awkwardness of the whole situation. Clearing her throat to break the silence, the doll looked away, taking a few steps back. "...Was that alright? I am sorry if it was not what you were looking for."