The OC above is behind you...

Chris felt an icy tap on his shoulder. As he exhaled, he saw his breath in front of him on a summer afternoon.

Wait.

The sudden sight of Klaus from behind made him jump a bit and only added to the flush on his cheeks. Even though seeing him as anxious as he was felt slightly comforting, Chris couldn't help but notice the blue tinge to his skin. Seeing someone past his level of dishevelment was quite rare - was he okay?

"...You're fine. I'm sorry - go ahead." His words dropped down to a similar mumble. While he wasn't any less unsure of himself, Chris felt a sort of mutual understanding transpire as Klaus passed through.

A husky, jaded voice passes through your ears. "Excuse me..."

"What the hell man?!" Chase jumps in surprise, he was in the middle of retying his bandage around his left eye after cursing someone with it. "Damn, why did I not sense you were there?" he mumbles, stepping to the side to give way to the other male. He allows a mumbled apology to escape his lips for blocking the way. 

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"Yo Move" Chase growls behind you. 

Cedric turned around, slightly taken aback. Babe? He was certainly never called that before; his ears began to flush. "Oh-uh, my apologies." He stepped aside, no longer able to maintain eye contact with Lavelle. God, this was embarrassing. Cedric began to wish that he was standing elsewhere, just so he didn't have to be called by that..word.

"You there with the nice smile, may I step around you?"

Masky jumped a little, having been taken by surprise. He turned around to find himself face to face with the Prince. 

"Heya!" He said, not really sure what to do. Apart from his creator, no one gave him orders very often. He looked the Prince up and down, grinning from ear to ear (if he actually had ears.) "Aww, didya really mean that about my smile? Thanks. You know what, you're looking pretty good too, for someone of your age. Loving the hair. That outfit could use some work though - is there a convention somewhere? Elovia's a big fan of them, God bless her. She's got the best hobbies."

This continued for quite a while. For some reason, Masky felt the need to salute everytime he mentioned Elovia too, so the area was occasionally filled with the loud,  echoey crak of him striking his forehead. Finally, he began to run out of things to link to his creator, and the surge of word vomiting came to an abrupt stop. 

"So." He panted, his robes and ribbons fluttering weakly in the wind, "What was it you wanted?"

The sound of fluttering cloth fills the air, and the forest path begins to get covered in what looks like a thin layer of fog, in contrast to the clear,  sunny sky above. A loud, all too cheerful voice rings out from behind: "Gangway! Elovia needs me! You there, out of the way!"

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Araucaria was laying down, resting peacefully when the fog started to appear. They sleepily raised their head at the sound of someone speaking, and slowly sent a frightened look behind. As they saw Masky seemingly waiting for something, Araucaria stood up in a rush, looking for a getaway, fearing they would try to capture them. However, there were no getaways as the forest was pretty dense, and the gelaka soon understood that Masky wanted them no harm. They tried to remember what he said, but couldn't. They were too shy and panicked to ask, and instead prefered to slowly walk away.

Backwards of course. Araucaria couldn't let a stranger out of their eyes, even for a mere second. Eventually, they reached an open area, and Araucaria watched Masky continue on his way without a word shared.

You felt something nudge your back gently. "Hello there, it looks like you need help. Do you want mine?"

Blair jumps—Milvus has caught him by surprise. He spins to face them, seizing them up with a tight frown and clenched fists. *Then* he spots the box, and his face lights up, all the tension dropping from his body in a second.

“Sorry—” Blair flounders for half a second trying to decide if he should go for “mate” or “miss”, and gives up quickly, “—ah, friend, didn’t see ya there. Just in time, I was just startin’ to wonder when you’d get here. Hence me comin' out here to loiter just a little way out from my front door, heh. Ta.” 

He relieves Milvus of the box. He has no idea who’s house this is, or who’s the rightful recipient of this cake, and before Milvus can do anything about it he’s already striding away, “Now, I’ve really gotta run, but my, uh, maid will be out with your payment. You wait there, she’ll be with you in just a tick. Thanks again! You're a real life saver!”

Halfway across the street at this point, Blair breaks into a jog, which quickly becomes a full-tilt sprint, and he’s out of sight.

Blair—minus his stupid hat and flashy overcoat today— has spotted you in a crowd and has decided, for whatever reason, that’d you’d make a fantastic pickpocketing candidate. He sidles up behind you, but you manage to notice him before he can pilfer any of your valuables.

“Ah, sorry!” he exclaims, recoiling dramatically, trying to cover his tracks, “I thought you were a friend of mine. You look just the same from the back, with the, uh,” he gestures vaguely, and is already starting to back away, “yeah, I’ll just be on my way now, you have a good day.”

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"Oh? What exactly kind of errand? Would you like my help?" The male hermaphrodite alien dragon would tilt his head, and smiled. "I will more than happily help you so your owner can get whatever it is easy!" The dragon smiled happily and proceeded to help the robotic android...

After leaving the android canine, he'd walk around and looked curiously... "So... let's see... what was I after...?" He'd soon bump into the next person and meeped, flailing a little bit before falling over onto his back. "Nngh... Thoa haum... Ah! Sa'mmiy sa'mmiy sa'mmiy!" He'd blush and grabbed onto the paper map he had, soon standing up... "Wait, you don't speak Magi... Are you alright? I didn't mean to bump into you..." He was very feminine looking, and his current heel length dark brown hair with a metallic opal streak in his bangs moved in a very elegant manner as he moved his hand that had claws that were colored a very beautiful red-violet through his hair to brush it back. If one looked into the alien's eyes, they were a fine emerald green... "Once again, I'm sorry! When I'm concentrating on something, I don't exactly pay close attention to my surroundings..."