♡Tell the OC Below You About Your Day!♡

Maribelle... was genuinely fascinated. And hungry. Her eyes narrowed as she thought about the cake Davier described, and pondered if she could manage to get a cut the next time she went to the city. It really did sound... so good... and she wanted chocolate more than anything right now. When she got chocolate cake, she got it plain. No chocolaty goo or sauce.

Thinking this much about it, she might cry.

She didn't care for how cute the restaurant was. Really, she much preferred to get her food to go, and hadn't been dining in... what, since she was twelve?

"What's the restaurant's name?" She asked him. Despite how enthralled she was, her voice was blunt, dull, unsuitable for the wide-eyed, captivated look upon her face. "I won't sit down and eat there, probably, but I... I want cake..."

"Gourmandizing" was a great word to use right about now.

"I didn't do much today." Maribelle told the stranger, her voice still flat, sounding bored. "But, I hardly slept through the night. I kept hearing noises, so I woke up at... at..." She frowned. "Two, I think. I woke up at two. I just cleaned my room, I read my books, I... You know, things like that..."

She paused for a moment, trying her best not to impose, or to complain too much. But, she couldn't hold it in for very long.

"I know not sleeping probably makes... it worse, but I don't want to stay in bed while it happens. I don't like it when it's totally dark, but that sounds like I'm a little kid. And I'm not!" Seventeen and still in need of a nightlight.

It was then, however, that she quickly changed the topic back to books. "The novel I read was about a professor. It's very old... Probably from the 5930s, I think? I don't know dates very well... It's good, but I don't really get his relationship with his wife. I think it'd be better if his wife just didn't exist. I can let you borrow it, if you want, but it's long, and-- and you have to promise to give it back after two weeks... It's not mine."

// I AM DEEPLY SORRY FOR THE LONG RESPONSE ;;;;;;;

`` My day, hm..? `` Yngvar dismally said, as he had no courage to make eye contact at the other. His milk chocolate hair would flow down over his shoulders, some of his hair swept to the side flowing over his virescent, earthy eye. His mismatching eyes seeming to lack any spark to them. His eyes lacked any spark, they held no emotion to them.. Along with that, they held no vibrancy. They were as dull and empty that they could ever be. A shadow of despair would stretch through Yngvar's monotonous, numb eyes. He blinked, his lips completely tensed as the tips of his lips seemed to be rather a tad bit unstable. It was that ugly voice mocking him and taunting him without no end, for many days being like this without a single break. It was a voice that continuously taunted him, bullying him and beating him down to the ground where his own persona couldn't even stand up to itself. He rather.. became quite numb to it, so used to it.. Yet, he was still hurting. That same voice only causing him to believe all the downfalls in himself, the littlest things, and much more. He couldn't find that usual spark in the smallest things that he usually would, even during the darkest days where it was so difficult for that light inside of him to ignite. His heart, so heavy and in pain.. Stinging from all the wounds that his own voice had to deliver, as the fissures on the surface of his heart only seem to be bleeding more and more. It ached more and more every single moment, Yngvar couldn't seem to bare it any longer. 

As he didn't want to saddened the other right infront of him, he knew that he had to just mask it up with a wide grin masking up all of that broken sorrow that the man had retained for the past couple of days. He would then lift up his head, his shoulders slumped as he could barely engage any eye contact toward the other. He attempted to fix his own position without seeming stiff and lazy by slouching himself down glumly. His eyebrows creased down, a small smile curved on his pale, chapped lips. His lips were broken and aching, anytime he managed to smile, the tips of his lips couldn't function well to retain that usual, genuine grin that he could always carry while speaking to someone. However, on the surface, he seemed rather genuine that he was alright, yes? He definitely was alright and had no intent of masking up his own fissures and severe ruptures from the other. In the inside of a man like him, that wasn't the case.. He did not want to crush the other's day by taking out his own misery and agony by just ranting about how his day was so awful. But.. maybe he could just.. try to rant to them about it? He was so tired of bottling up for these past couple of days, he really was. He could only hope that it wouldn't bring himself to start crying. His painfully forced smile and content countenance remained glued on his face, he blinked as his spine was beginning to slump again, causing him to slouch. 

`` My.. my day was.. alright, I guess. `` Once Yngvar had to open up his mouth about it, his masked barrier was instantly destroyed. He couldn't help himself but have a straightened, empty look on his face.. His eyes, completely lifeless and lacking vibrancy. He blinked, now clasping his own arms together, embracing himsef. `` I.. I had.. o-only an apple to eat and.. `` He paused, his lips quivering as he would slowly turn over to the other, engaging some eye contact with them, but not complete connection. It was only partial, obviously. He gulped, the tumor plunged right at the center of his throat only growing. `` I-I.. I wrote myself a song and.. I stopped writing it and I just-.. t-threw it away.. `` The restraint getting to him, it only made his voice weakly crack and tremble. The tumor only booting against the surface of his throat eventually having his own chest ache and he held back his own sorrow and tears. He paused for a moment, a great moment of daunting and dejected silence incensing all over the place. He was really trying his best, but.. he just couldn't take it anymore. He just had to be honest, as he just wanted some.. kind words and a hug. Maybe that was too much to ask. A compliment, somebody to talk to, things that he absolutely yearned for in general.. He only thought of himself as a greedy guy as all he ever wanted was 'not to be lonely'. His fame in heavy metal wasn't enough for him, as his fame only gave out mixed reactions and drove many people away from his life.. Whether it had people come to him or leave him. 

Of course, being the kind of person that would never look at the good things, he'd only stick to the fact that he lost so many people in his life, along with the greatest complications getting the best of him almost driving away some of his closest friends and bandmates. `` I-I've.. I've been so l-low and.. I'm just-`` He abruptly paused himself, his face slightly crunching up as tears would deluge at the corners of his eyes. He sniffed, a small tear instantly peaking down from the bridge of his eye and crashing down on his hand. Another tear would peak down, slowly trickling on his cheek. `` I'm sorry-, please pardon me. `` He instantly swept off his tears using the sleeve of his blue sweater, now successfully being able to hold his tears. He would then take a deep breathe, attempting to hold them back. 

`` S-sorry about that.. `` He paused, a small sigh escaping out of his chest. `` It's just.. I've been feeling like garbage lately, today isn't really my day. I haven't ate anything since the morning, I've tried distracting myself at home and that didn't seem to help and.. I felt lonely. So.. I decided to go out and try to distract myself by going outside. I haven't really had anybody to talk to so.. `` A small smile would spark upon his face, it seemed to be genuine.. But it was a rather wistful smile on his face. He longed for somebody to keep him company and talk with. `` But other than that, nothing too crazy or out of the ordinary has happened. Everything's completely normal, except the fact that I'm.. y'know, upset. `` 

`` But yeah, I'm.. very sorry about you hearing that. `` He would then grasp over to the side of his arm, blinking as he briefly disengaged eye contact off the other. He finally managed to create eye contact once again, some of that spark on his mismatching eyes now returning in the slightest bit. `` How's your day, as well? Anything new? Or do you.. feel low too? But it's okay if you don't feel low. It's better to feel relaxed than to feel down.. ``  

reserved follow up in case :3c

Reggie was silent for the most part as he listened to Yngvar. It was clear through that hesitant body language and that frail voice that there was an awful lot pent up inside him. If he had to guess, the poor guy was either so unused to letting it out that he didn't know how, or he was afraid it would overwhelm him if he did. Poor guy, he seemed to have gone through an awful lot.
When Yngvar finished speaking and attempted to redirect the conversation to him, Reggie shook his head slowly and offered him a smile in return. He reached out and set a hand on his shoulder. "It's okay to feel upset, you know," he advised with a gentle smile. "This world is full of so much excitement and joy that people often forget that negativity exists, and that's it's just as natural as happiness is. You've gone through a lot, way more than a lot of people. It's okay to let yourself be vulnerable and to cry now and then. Even here." He perked up. "What do you want to eat? The cafe in my store is still open and they can cook just about anything in here. Why don't you pick something out that you want? It'll be my treat!"

"I'll be honest, it's been a really difficult week," Reggie said while his forearm across his forehead. "We're naturally busy, but with everything going on we've got triple the traffic! I don't want to force my employees into a potentially dangerous situation, so I'm letting them stay home while I handle everything. I was doing okay the first couple days but it's starting to wear me out! It feels like it never ends! And everyone's gotten so-so nasty! Even my regular customers have a spike in their attitude; it's like they're furious that I'm not giving them special privileges they never had to begin with! Not to mention our corporate office is refusing to help employees that stay home. It's not their fault!"
He paused and sighed. "Sorry, I didn't mean to unload all that on you. I'm at my wits end."

To the best of her ability, Dolores watched the hand gestures of the young man, sort of comprehending it but also... Not. What she did gather - however - was derived from her memory because other than that, her experience with sign language was sorely lacking; maybe, once, she worked for a man with a deaf child. He taught her the basics so that they could communicate, but the tenure was short... And fragmented. A lot like the words he signed. Already, there was a feeling of guilt in her heart as she dipped her head in deference.

If only I was able to stay under his wing for a few more months... That could've helped a lot more in hindsight. Ah yes, the hindsight. Always lovely when she was feeling down, all of her own doing of course.

Because of this, the elder chose to read the body language, which was much easier for her. Years of working in a region where words and actions often conflicted led her to being particularly adept at this skill, after all. It was a jaded doctrine, but the latter was usually more reliable than the former. So at some point, Dolores ended up tuning out the signing and focusing more on how the other party was behaving: the lack of eye contact, the yawning... They all suggested a relaxed composure, but also... Nervousness? She frowned and folded her hands together. Surely she wasn't looking into this incorrectly, right?

There also wasn't any reason for this younger individual to be lying to her, yet experience left her jaded. Reluctantly so, actually. It was never a feeling she particularly wanted to enjoyed, but it just kept following her, like a dog who was fed once and kept following her - expecting more and more food...

"That sounds good," she replied with a murmur after he had finished speaking. Rubbing the back of her neck, her tender smile gave way to an equally shaky frown while her gaze became fixed on her boots. "I'm glad you had a good day... Sir. I hope the same continues tomorrow, hm?"

"I'm afraid I can't say much," Dolores admitted while taking a sip of tea, "I live a simple and isolated life, where I focus on myself and my dog." Her expression became clouded, but it was quickly hidden as she went for another drink. It burnt her lip slightly, but it wasn't as painful as digging up all the harsh connotations related to herself and how... Monotonous her day felt. She could be talking about yesterday, a month ago, or even tomorrow; not much would need to change. Maybe the weather, but that was it. The usual persisted. Time meant nothing in the mountains.

Eventually, she set the cup down on a desk and added, "I wouldn't say that it's boring by any means. I got used to the peace in time..." The elder took a deep breath - in and out. Yes, I did. In time. It was painful at first, but it went away. From sharp to dull. From acute to chronic- Wait, no, it did go away. What am I thinking? "It's definitely a change of pace from when I worked and had to deal with something different every day," Dolores muttered just loud enough for the other party to barely hear, "Even if the changes were slight, it was at least substantial enough for me to enjoy coming over to work." For the most part.

Out of nowhere, the older woman broke out into a laugh, one so intense that tears started to prick up in her eyes. It lasted for a minute. Then that was it. She wiped the tears away and shifted her cup as if nothing had happened at all. Well, except for the occasional whispers under her breath, which were mainly incomprehensible except for one phrase: "Dolores, you can't..."

"Apologies for the digression, but the continuity throughout my life has been a bit... Interesting," she sighed almost wistfully, "That asides, today, I woke up, fed my dog, and then went out to get some groceries. Then after that, I prepared lunch, ate that, then..." She trailed off. There really was nothing to say. Would it be acceptable to say that she spent most of her days just thinking? Reflecting? Longing? It'd explain so much, yet it'd be futile too... "I think I just went on a walk for a bit before dinner," she blurted without much thought, clutching her hands tightly to herself. "You... You know how the snow is always so pretty, right? Even when it melts... There's always that shimmer that's almost hypnotizing..."

Otto let Dolores speak. He supposed that was the most courteous thing he could do at the moment. Though, as she continued on, as some part of her broke, he went to take a sip of his tea. He had to refrain from wagging his tongue, from cutting in and offering what advice could be considered a bit over the line. It was a sad existence, living alone high in the mountains. Even when he stayed in Vieillemont during his youth, he was in the company of of his friend's family and servants, even as unnerving as the former was. That brute of an uncle and his bewitching little wife. He didn't like to think about them for long, but the scenery here reminded him quite a bit of how things were well over twenty years ago.

And Dolores... Dolores only had her dog. Nothing wrong with that. He adored his hounds. Animals could make for excellent companions, more than humans. He found them easier to sympathize with. He pondered if she felt the same.

"I can't say that your life is particularly exciting, madame, so saying that it's boring... Well..." Otto laughed. Geez, okay. "You could at least tell me what you ate for lunch and dinner. You could at least tell me how your dog is doing. Where is she, anyway? She's such a sweet thing..."

He fell quiet again.

Was the snow that pretty?

He remembered when he fought in the war, when he lived in the north. The snow was so heavy, so bright, that one needed glasses to protect their eyes from the suns' glare upon it. Now that he was home, though, he came to appreciate it a tad more. He downed the rest of his tea, and then said to the elder, "It's marvelous, isn't it? You're very lucky to live up here, though I might not be as thrilled to... I don't do well in the cold, you see, and admittedly, I think I'd rather freeze than bundle up like you do."

"It's quiet in the evening, isn't it?" Otto murmured to the other party. He held the stem of a wine glass in between his fingers, although he wasn't drunk just yet. Soon, maybe, and he would be back inside, in more distress than he ever could be in battle. "Thankfully so. The day is so busy for me. This morning, actually, a noblewoman came in from the south to discuss her newfound position. She moved here, you see. She and her bundle of gods know how many daughters." He then waved his hand. "Then, I had a meeting regarding the rebellion... The war should end soon enough here. We have bigger forces, and I don't mean to brag, but... I am an excellent strategist."

I don't like this, chief.

"But, that's that, and I have to attend any engagements that come up. I hope you're understanding me." He said. "Other than that, I took a walk in the gardens. The woman and I had baguettes with jam and coffee for breakfast. Then, my son and I had a salad for lunch, and onion soup and steak for dinner. This may not be very exciting to you. I would like to go hunting again, but I haven't the time..."

He trailed off, overlooking his gardens. The lanterns were starting to be snuffed out. The same time every night. He pulled himself away from the rail, and then looked at the other.

"Maybe you would have some advice, though." he said with a smile, "I wouldn't be opposed to new hobbies."

Oh.
Ace paused at Otto. There was something sinister hanging around him- No, oozing from him. There were more things than a foul love that hovered around Otto. Was foul the appropriate term? It felt more... tragic. Like only half of the love was there, and it might not even be from the man before him.
Ace gulped. He had never been in a predicament like this. He had seen plenty of couples that were doomed from the start, but this... this was far too real for his job. Nevertheless, he sighed, taking Otto's wine glass once it was empty and refilling it. "I find the small things in life are the most important. They show what you're like, and can give little spurts of emotions." Despite his unwillingness, he smiled. "You've got quite the busy life! That's good, but you really should take a break sometime for your health. Surely you can make time to do some hunting? Perhaps a date with a lover? Love is a remedy for many things, after all."

"Haaah, thanks for coming! I didn't think you actually would!" Ace beamed after collapsing into his chair across from you. You both sat at one of the tables at his cafe. It seems they were closing up. "It was exhausting today! So many people were visiting and trying to talk to me, I even messed up a few orders!" He groaned at the memory and covered his embarrassed face. "I couldn't help it! Even with all those people, all I kept thinking about was how much I wanted to see you!" After a second he sat up straight once more, smiling as wide as ever. "But now you're here and I feel so much better! Oh! I learned how to make a new design on the lattes. I wanted you to be the first to see it- here!" He got up for a quick second and rushed off, only to come back and set a drink down in front of you. The foam made the shape of a cat curled up and napping.
"I kept thinking about cats, and how they were cute... and how you were as cute as them," he said softly. He stood close to you, smiling, yet smaller than earlier. "I hope you like it."

There was nothing quite as wonderful as being paid attention to, and Ace was such a charming man that Rose couldn't help but sigh. Too bad. Normally, Rose would have gone after him like a bloodhound on the trail, but..... well, he didn't want to jeopardize what they had. Ace was very, very handsome, and courteous, and sweet, it was true. But.... ah. It would be nice to have him as a boyfriend, but...... well. It was like this - Ace was just...... too nice. He was too good for Rose, but the younger boy would never admit that out loud. 

He had been perched delicately on his chair, preening and basking in Ace's attention, but drew closer as Ace had shown him the latte design, a curious expression on his face. A chubby cat peeked out from within the cup, and Rose gasped in delight. Ah, it was so wonderful! So cute and chubby and sweet! Something like warmth bloomed in his chest as he carefully picked up the cup with both hands. Ah, he had to hire Ace to make him a cat every day for the rest of his life! He'd... he'd buy him, and have him all to himself! 

Before he could make his offer, Ace smiled. "I kept thinking about cats, and how they were cute... and how you were as cute as them,

The barista stepped closer, a warm smile on his handsome face. "I hope you like it."

Rose turned bright red, his heart stuttering and squirming in his chest with a mixture of confusion, shock, and triumph warring in his head. He had almost dropped the cup but managed to get ahold of it just in time before it splattered all over himself and Ace. Gosh, that would have been awkward. Damn it, Ace was waiting for a reply! Well, he wouldn't be disappointed at all - Rose would impress him with his eloquence and diction and poise!

"I- okay. Yes." he floundered, his voice shaky. "That's very like. I mean, I like the- uh, tail."

It was curly.

Rose dove into his pile of stuffed animals and came up with a big grey rabbit in his arms. The two of you had been friends for quite some time. Oddly enough, he wasn't so annoying once you got to know him better. Maybe it was like how someone gained resistance to poisons over a period of time... or something. 

"I'm so happy to see you. It was such a horrible day today!" whined Rose, flopping on his bed, his arms and legs splayed out inelegantly like a starfish. "I almost got bit by a horse. I hate going to the racetrack. It was so hot and I was so gross and sweaty! And my ice cream melted!

"I wish you had been there with me." said Rose disconsolately, his bunny squashed under him. "It would have been a little better to see you around, I mean. I guess it would have been nice to see you suffering too? But I saw a fat old man with the world's ugliest, most shapeless hat in the world on his head. It was like a pile of turds - I wish you could have seen it with me!"

Far, far away from the young man was Khaso, lounging in a somewhat abandoned mansion save for one occupant besides himself. There were many times where he would sit down and gaze through his lanterns, staring through the flames to see what was going on in the shadows. Someone was arguing about a parking ticket, someone was having a nice dinner with their family, and-- oh? He paused and looked at Rose, listening to him talk to his stuffed rabbit about his adventures. He couldn't help but chuckle. There were so many tragedies he'd seen just moving through his lanterns, it was nice sometimes to see simple issues like these.

"My... day?" Khaso blinked. This was the first time someone was meeting the embodiment of darkness and the first thing they asked was how his day was? Maybe... it was all they could think of? Or they were too nervous to ask anything else? Either way, it caught him off guard. He recovered enough to give it some thought. "Ah, I guess it's fine," he said. "I don't do much myself, I usually look through things and make sure everything's balanced and such. Today was pretty relaxed considering. I only had to dip my hands into a situation once, and that was to give someone some more power so they could fight." His expression softened. "I got to see how my son was doing. He's in a much better state now, I'm really proud of him."

Gordon stood, listening quietly to the other, nodding along to the words and keeping his gaze fixed on the... well whatever it was. He as a bit shocked that whatever hed done had worked, quiet honestly, and he hadent even thought to ask the questions he had prepared.

He pushed that out of his mind and simply listened, cocking a brow and scribbling something into the notepad in hand. A son... he never had a family, the closest he came was his neice. He was glad this ... being, yeah. A being... had seen his son, and that he was doing well.

He sat on the park bench, a drink in one hand and a burger in the other. When the passing stranger asked how his day was, he was /almost/ too drunk to restrain himself.

"My day? My days been pretty piss poor..." he slurred his words slightly, continuing with a pointed look at his food. "Works been awful, my boss is a pain in the ass, dumpin his workload onto me! I mean what kinda guy does that?" He took a bite of his burger, his glass eye staring forward as his organic eye looked to the other. "My days been kinda awful, and yknow what- oh crap. Wait." He checked his watch and spat to himself. "Crap, im going to miss my bus... nice chattin..." he got up, tossing the bottle in the trash nearby and began down the opposite path.

He scowls, not too keen on the drunken man. When he asked how his day was, he meant more along the lines of if he needed help or not. Being out in the middle of a park reeking of stagnant alcohol? Yeah, that was never a good mix. Typically it meant there was some sort of addiction or mental health problem, both of which Rane believed should be addressed. If someone could be a better person with the right help, then naturally that help should be offered. Unfortunately however, the man apparently only wanted to discuss his day, check his watch and then dip out, leaving him standing there one hand on his hip, the other by his side and an eyebrow arched up with confused irritation. While he could chase him down and snoop out whether or not the 'bus' was a real thing or not, he's no Gwen Steffani. When people leave, they can take care of themselves. They're not his problem anymore. 

--

One hand grabs a package of white rice, then throws it into his small shopping cart. Eyes rolling, he side glances the other, giving an idle shrug. "It's been about the usual. There's the same things going on, same people out and a rare amount of calls that are actually detrimental. I guess it's good we managed to put the Cannibal Corpse or whatever back into his hole, but I'm bored. It's not like I'm saying there SHOULD be shit going on or happening, but I wouldn't complain if someone called in saying there's too many people at the Smashing Pumpkins concert, please escort them out and then enjoy your evening." 

"Oh, I hear ya, I hear ya. People always downplay the effects of ouija boards-- 'oh, it's just a game!' -- but they can definitely cause some real messes. I don't even really work with spirits, just crystals and energy, but I know that much," he takes a sip of his own coffee, nodding. "Still, kids are curious. Give them access to something resembling power, it's only natural they're going to want to experiment with it, even if they really shouldn't, like in this case."

He then chuckles, "that goes for both the ouija board and the wire cutters, actually."

--

"Oh, my day?" the maned wolf's ears perk up, if only slightly. "Oh, it's been alright. Mostly just working on my resume today, since I wasn't scheduled for a shift. Not very exciting, I know, but hey, it could be worse. I don't suppose you have any advice for the humble, job-seeking working class?" He smiles, somewhat humored.

Hakim listened to the wolf, silently rearranging books on a shelf. He held back a scoff. Though his aunt-in-law always reminded him to be appreciative of those beneath his station, he could help but to feel... a sense of superiority, and that was especially intense here now that he was in the presence of a near-stranger. He didn't look back at the other party behind him for a long time, instead pulling out a fat textbook and weighing it in his palms. He considered himself so lucky not to be in any way on the same level as Poe, lucky to have his career be dropped in his lap.

As he slid the book into its place on the shelf, he glanced over his shoulder at Poe. "Appeal to them in any way that you can, of course." he said, "I don't think you're an idiot or anything like that-- even people such as yourself can be intelligent. So I hear."

"Of course, I don't believe anyone wants to hear about you yourself when it comes to applying to jobs. No one cares about your personal life-- they care more about your career..." He trailed off, thinking for a moment. Actually... yeah, he was super glad he had everything in his life handed to him, at least to some extent. He probably wouldn't be able to survive job-hunting.

"You already know that, I'm sure." he added, "Write what you must and don't be a fool."

"There was a tournament today. My aunt likes to host them, and I think it gives her some enjoyment. Obviously. It must be the sorts of men that attend." Hakim rolled his eyes at the thought. He thought of it as a waste at first, but over time, he came to realize the usefulness that the participants brought to the table.

He fell silent as he placed his hairbrush aside on his desk, and then leaned forward to look over his reflection in the cracked mirror, thinking for a moment that he looked pretty alright. He managed to tame his god-awful mane, at least. "She also gave me this brush." he muttered, "She said to me that I needed it, which I suppose I do, but I only really need to groom my hair for court, right? There's no need to clean it when it's only going to become messy again..."

He pulled himself away from the mirror and looked at the other party sitting down behind him. He leaned his back against the desk, and then asked them, "Are you hungry? Thirsty, maybe? I've bits of a cheese plate left, as well as a bit of brandy to share. If I want more, I'll have one of the maids fetch some for me... She should be up here soon. Or, well, she should already be up here. Gods."