cassidycollective:
Overlord couldn’t say he minded the drawn out handshake… Any pleasant interaction was more than welcome. A small smile pulled at the corners of his lips at the others vaguely complimentary statement.
“I’m glad you think so. I… try, I suppose. It can be an… unwelcoming climate for gentleness around here. Promise you won’t get any yelling from me.” He shrugs slightly and smiles a bit more, hoping his tone portrayed the playfulness it was meant to. “I… tend to yes. It’s much more calm around here if you tend to be unseen and uninvolved in their…well, most things.”
A hand fidgets with a bend corner of his well worn notebook as he begins to lead the other again at a leisurely pace. “No bother really, I was trying to work through a block on this poem. Perhaps wandering will help clear my mind.” A slight laugh escapes him as the other struggles to recall Monarch’s name.
“Yes, I’d say so. Someone of your stature and as handsome would definitely fit into her target category.” As realization of his word choice strikes, he coughs slightly, and apologizes if he’d made him uncomfortable at all with a statement like that; certainly not daring to face him with his newly reddened face.
“I’d guess so..house full’a mostly villains probably isn’t a really friendly place.” Especially not villains like Boss, he’s pretty sure there’s not a single friendly bone in her body. “Yeah..I mean, uh..not that I’d really know. I’ve only mostly seen Boss, since she doesn’t ever really seem to have anyone else with her when we do business..” He just remembers that Monarch’s slipped into the office a few times without either of them realizing until she was already there.
“Poem? You write poetry?” He begins to follow again, careful with his steps, since he’s pretty sure Boss would come down to Hell to personally kill him if he messed up the floors or something. “That’s pretty neat. I’m sure the stuff you write is really good..”
His brows raise, and his ears perk up at the statement. He’s so distracted by that, for a moment he forgets to keep walking. “…You think I’m handsome?” Even with all the fur, it’s clear to hell he’s blushing from the compliment, idly fidgeting with his claws as he goes back to slowly following after him. “Well..I don’t really get that kind of compliment all that often..so..thanks..”
The eldritch being certainly agrees with the points made about boss, and the types of impressions she makes. At the inquiry about his poetry he sinks slightly into his hoodie. He’s grown used to the taunting and berating that comes with emotional art forms in this house.
“I...dabble...” The compliment strikes him, almost making him forget how to respond a moment, before carefully thanking him. A breath escapes him that he hadn’t known he’d been holding as the other seemed... fine, if not flattered by his accidental, but honest compliment. “Well, it’s simply the truth. I feel you should know, a pity more people don’t tell you.”
He speaks with a faux confidence, unable to face the other without exposing the flush on his cheeks and the nerves present on his face with his bold statement. Was he crossing a line? He certainly hoped not... he was really enjoying the company.
