[IC] What would your oc do to the above oc?

Mandragora was friends with that human lagomorph. It was obvious as they were both equally reckless. But a friend of N’arfi was a friend of Florence, even though the warrior scared him a little. “I know that you probably don’t want any help, but I’m offering to look over the injury on your arm. It looks a bit worrying..”

He didn’t know what kind of battle she had been through to get a cut like that. “I can provide you with something to relieve the pain and bandage it up for you. Last thing we want is for you to lose an arm because you left the wound out in the open.” 

He attempted to give her a kind, reassuring smile, but she could probably see that he was a bit nervous.

He wrinkles his nose, giving Mateus an ever-unpleasant scowl. He's seen men like this throughout his entire produce selling career. They were always extravagantly pretty, with clear complexions and eyes that took far too long to look at what he was selling. Bound by a traditional, and dated country mindset; he could never find it in him to respect these men in particular, though it wasn't like he ever really respected anyone for that matter. "You done lookin'?" He seethes with warning, lifting his eyes to meet the other's whilst puffing his chest forwards. Mateus might be 'flamboyant' to what thick headed judgement Puck has, but he's also big, buff and has a strange, alien-like thing between those two horns. Letting his guard down could be bad. Of course, with no idea that he's in the presence of someone bigger than himself, he presses on with hostility and a sliver of competition.

"These peaches ain't fer free. Buy 'em or hurry up an' leave. Take yer alien get-tup with you."

Dr. Athanasiadis was harvesting fruits from the trees outside the fields, the fields were quiet, no one seems to be around at the moment. When the fruit basket is full, Athanasiadis placed the half of it inside the house and half of it will be distributed around the neighborhood. He brought his bag with him together with the fruits. Dr. Athanasiadis placed some of the goods at the basket on his bicycle. He went up to the mountainous fields, and he saw an old house that had a farm, just like his. He stopped by and parked his bicycle on a tree, he secured the bicycle with a tight lock. Dr. Athanasiadis proceeds to knock the door, it seems quiet. The silence was not peaceful as it seems, Dr. Athanasiadis is a tough man, but he sense something suspicion around the house. He continued knocking the door, but there was no response. "Hello!" he shouted "These fruits are fresh and free!."
He kept knocking, until he heard noises coming through the bushes. The bush is shaking, a sound of a motor was heard behind the bush. Someone suddenly appeared, he seems aggressive and held a chainsaw. "Get the hell outta here ya monster!" he yelled at the professor "I ain't going to get somethin from a blood sucker!". The sound of the chainsaw draws near. Dr. Athanasiadis ran away from the angry man, he quickly released the bicycle lock and left without his fruits. A regretful day for him to visit an unwelcoming neighbor...

For a second, Smiley was slumped against the seat in the house he intruded upon, now just one of the dead bodies there, thanks to the reaper. The only sounds there were the irritated sigh from Haneul seeing his white clothes now stained and the ticking of the clock hanging on the wall.

And then a finger twitched.

"Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. :)"
The bleeding stopped, then the wounds closed themselves up, even the deepest of them. Smiley sat up in his seat and tilted his head thoughtfully in Haneul's direction. "Now, now, what was that for? :) If you're upset, we could have simply talked things out, you know. :) I was busy spending time with my friends here, and you interrupted us. :) That's rude. Rude, rude, rude. :) Were you jealous? Were you upset? :) Did you want to join us? :) That must be it, that must be it, you look so, so unhappy right now! Yes, that's it, that's it, that's it! :)"
Whatever wounds were inflicted continued to heal as Smiley rose to his feet. "Oh dear, oh dear. :) Such a sour expression. :) Do people call you coldhearted because of it? :) Don't worry, I'll help with that. All we need to start is a big, big smile. :)"

Very well written! I enjoyed reading it, thank you!

"Oh.. dear me.." Tael had gasped out, staring up at the masked killer standing there, dangerously close to the human. Cyan eyes darted around panickedly, observing the room and noticing the very real blood filling and covering nearly every inch of the walls around them. Instinctively, she had stepped back, one hand already reaching for the notebook that had been tied up to her waist - ready to pull it out anytime if the situation called for it. 

Tael looked deep into Smiley's, well "eyes" - even despite the terror reflect in her eyes, the desire for knowledge of the girl had gotten the better of her;

That fear previously displayed in her face slowly shifted to some sort of twisted curiosity. Of course- there really was no true reason for her to be afraid of this at all - she was a Sage, after all.With this sudden surge of courage, she stepped forwards, to ask just one simple thing to the man in front of her.

"Mr. Smiley, would to care to tell me just what you are?" 

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(my first time writing this!! aah hope this is okay) / thank u so much!!

/ oh my goodness, i love this so much!! donghyuk is so adorable

Donghyuk stared at Tael as he continued to nibble on his grilled fish. It was a very strange staring contest, and it all started with him accidentally bumping into the sage. Now, a regular person would've apologized and go about their ways, unlike Donghyuk, who decided it was a good idea to stop in his tracks and simply...stare. Not a very good thing to do towards someone so introverted. 

He took another bite out of the fish and smiled. "Wow, you can control the past? If it's true, is it possible for you to change the fate of dinosaurs?" Excitement took over the dokkaebi, with sparkles starting to illuminate his curiosity-stricken eyes. "Does that mean you can basically make them come back to life? Haha, that would be amazing. If it's true, I'd wanna get on one of those dinosaurs with super long necks, it'd feel like I'm flying." Oh boy.

Maribelle saw that steamed bun first. It was a favorite of hers, the ones with the banana custard filling as opposed to simple anko, though she certainly did not mind it either. But again! She saw it first. She was intent on taking it for herself, though Donghyuk tried also to nab it, the last of the platter. But then, she looked up at him.

Why the fuck was he smiling like that.

Overwhelmed by the most sudden anxiety, the girl met his gaze. Why was he like that. Why was he not pummeling her. She thought, for a moment, that she much preferred him launching her across the country than standing there with the calmest, most polite little smile. She hated it. She hated this. She crinkled up her nose, gripping the steamed bun like it was her last child left in a war-torn world... until she tore half of it and held one section out to him.

"Here," she muttered, "Go crazy."

He frightened her into sharing. How sweet!

Prism overturns hir glass of champagne over this sorry, sorry excuse. It's not as if zi would have drank the liquid, anyway- zi would rather carry it around for appearances than let it enter hir pristine lightbound body. Best to use it to compliment that dress of hers. A red stain over powder blue.

"Oops," Zi says, flatly. The deliberate sarcasm is undeniable, even in hir unnaturally flat, synthetic tones of voice. Somewhere, in the background, echoes the sound of electronic laughter- giving the impression that there are more voices than hir's taking joy out of this. It's an impression that is wrong. "My bad. I thought I saw an insect. Or a clump of dirt. But, no. That was just you, wasn't it? Poor, lopsided you."

Zi turned around, and tossed the glass over hir shoulder, giving the barest care not to hit poor Maribell directly. It was cruel, even for hir standards- but those UV lights in her skin.... It was enough to turn the chromatic angel green with envy.

junebuggeryy Gray stood there at the godly tall presence of Prism, his eyes glowing by the many, many colours of hir, which were wide open at the person's presence. Breathtaking,, what was this person?? what was going on and how is this real? is one of the few many questions going around his head at the moment since he's but a mundane and common-life person from a usual human world. This was Not something one would encounter every day... nor something no one would encounter ever. The amount of light this person was irradiating, how is this even possible? how is this even human??
Of course, since this would be the equivalent of just having witnessed a supernatural or alien encounter Gray was taken back and kept quite a security/retreat distance from hir. Confused, yet astonished at the supernatural beauty of all the strong lightened colours going everywhere. His mouth not resisting to be half open as he looked, no words in his mouth at all. He slowly and carefully started going around prism to take a better look at what his eyes couldn't believe were in front of him. ''...are you.. glowing...'' is all he managed to get out as he was still hypnotised and amazed at the godly display. He still didn't trust this entity and looked rather shocked, confused and alerted, but still was sunk on the unusual beauty of the tall figure. Simply absorbed by this encounter, admiring to what seemed the presence of prism has towering over his humble shorter shape  

     "Yeah, hey. Sorry to call you out here. Again. In the same week," Jackson chuckled while opening the door to the plumber. He stepped aside to let him in, but quickly got in front of him when the frantic pitter-patter of dog paws scratched against the floor. "I think they missed you more than me," he chuckled. Spinning around, he gave a soft scold for both the large St. Bernard and the small Pomeranian to sit. They did, though they stared intensely at Gray, hoping for pets.

     "I'm starting to think I need to just up and remodel the entire restroom. I don't know why it keeps doing this," Jackson sighed while walking Gray to the restroom. "You any good at remodeling? Know someone that could do it?" He leaned against the doorway while watching him do his work. Just when things go too quiet, he spoke softly, "Any plans coming up for the holidays? You seem like a family kinda person, I bet you've got kids that are ready for Halloween, right? Or any Thanksgiving dinners to plan?"

     He briefly glanced back at his home, the empty, wide hallways save the two dogs still waiting for pats. It was awfully lonely here nowadays. It was part of the reason he didn't mind having to call Gray over so often to plumbing, there was just something about him that was... warm. His smile, his attitude, it reminded him a lot of himself back then. Hopefully... Hopefully that wouldn't mean this guy would face his own tragedies.