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I haven’t posted in a little while-- but since the weirdmageddon is happening, I figured now would be a good time as ever to bring out Frog Richard! So, here’s a small rp ad-- capped at 2.
For those who know him already though, this is uncapped.
I’ll be getting to replies tonight or tomorrow as well-- my internet is a bit poor at the moment, so it’s limiting my ability to really do anything.
“No, no! It makes sense! I guess you got teachers n’ stuff at your place!! I’m really out of that league, just your average girl over here!” While not entirely flustered, her voice seems a tad shaken. The vast difference between them was slightly intimidating, if not overwhelming. He presents himself calmly, in a smooth way she has never appreciated in others before.
“Woah, you’re really something… I’m a little embarrassed about it, hehe. Seriously, I almost feel like this is too fancy for someone like me! Umm, that aside… I’m Uraraka Ochako and it’s really nice to meet you.”
“I hope it’s okay I can call you so familiarly then, Richard….-kun.” She tried.
“Of course. I was brought up with only the finest teachers,” Richard admits freely, noting Uraraka’s embarrassment. Was he coming off too strong, perhaps? Though at the mention of her being ‘average’, it only made him wonder if she’s not dealt with royalty before.
It wouldn’t be surprising to him if that was the case. Not many would get the chance.
And before long, she admitted her own embarrassment.
“Familiarly? No, I don’t mind at all. ... There’s no need to be embarrassed when addressing me, however. If anything, I’d like us to speak as equals. Though perhaps our societal stances may be apart, you seem about the same age as me-- so please. There’s no need for formalities at all.”
“With that out of the way, now... likewise, it’s very nice to meet you, Uraraka. ... Forgive me for being forward, but perhaps we can be friends?”
Having some comrades in this place would be invaluable.
And having someone to talk to was always something good to have.
This isn’t a feeling he wanted to experience again-- not anytime soon, anyways. And while the Prince would prefer to remain as he was, as a human forever... it seems, by some twist of fate...
“Ribbit.”
He was stuck as a frog once more.
It was a blessing that he could talk, at the very least-- unlike before. But still, the involuntary urge to let loose a croak was something he didn’t quite appreciate, even now. In a way, it was similar to hiccups Richard supposed. Just as annoying as them, as well.
“Wow, I didn’t think you could make me smile this big.”
“Flattery is something I’m good at. Of course, just because I said that…”
“Doesn’t mean any word I said wasn’t true, mademoiselle.”
“ it wasn’t anyone’s fault. not really. ”
“I’m sorry, but I insist– let me pay someone to get that stain out.”
“Even if it was by accident, that’s still my paint on your uniform. It goes against my conscience to let something like this slide, sir.”
Fluffy/Blushy Sentence Starters
aka “I can feel my cheeks blushing from just thinking about what I want to say to you”
“I like the way your hand fits in mine.”
“You have something in your hair, umm… Do you want me to get it out?”
“It’s nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today.”
“You can call me whenever you want… Even if you don’t have a reason to.”
“I’m bad at texting first, so I always end up hoping you will.”
“This movie is really scary, but you’re into it so I’m trying not to cover my face the whole time, but- WHAT IS THAT?”
“Wait, don’t pull away… Not yet.”
“You look really cute in that sweater.”
“Half the time I get too embarrassed to say anything.”
“No, it’s fine. I can wait until you’re done talking to them.”
“No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”
“You’re a big piece of inspiration for this, honestly.”
“God, you always make me blush so damn much.”
“I’ve been trying to get ready for like an hour and a half, because I know you’re going to look so good and I need to try and match up.”
“Would it be too cliche if we matched clothes a little?”
“First second I saw you and I couldn’t get over how beautiful you were.”
“I wanted to say “I love you” for the first time without stuttering, but that failed.”
“Could you hold my hand?”
“You can’t leave without letting me hug you first.”
“I really love holding you, darling.”
“That pet name was so gushy, but it was also so cute.”
“Aw, you’re blushing like a rose.”
“Your lips are really warm.”
“I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater.”
“No, mom, don’t tell him/her I said that about him/her!”
“My friends get so annoyed by how much I talk about how sometimes.”
“Wanna, like– I mean, if you’re not busy… We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?”
“Wow, I didn’t think you could make me smile this big.”
“You don’t need to leave so soon.”
“You look so comfy, and cuddle-able.”
“Quit smiling at me, I can’t stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that.”
“You’re hiding under the blanket because you’re blushing?”
“You make me so happy.”
“Don’t give me that puppy dog face. How am I supposed to say no to that?”
“You made these cupcakes for me?”
“I look forward to holding you close in bed soon.”
“Let’s share my coat, since you’re so cold.”
“I can’t believe I got the first date, let alone a year.”
“You make me feel so damn gushy.”
“How do you always manage to look so captivating?”
“Would you mind if I kissed you?”
“Are you sugar personified or something?”
“I know I’ve kissed you like, ten times, but just like another ten, please.”
“You’re the perfect height for me to rest my chin on your head.”
“I would’ve had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm, and I didn’t want to wake you.”
“Is it cold outside or are you just blushing?”
“Yeah… Huh? Oh, sorry I was just thinking about my girl/boyfriend.”
“I’m so in love with her/him, I don’t know what do do.”
“I remember practicing how to ask you out to the mirror.”
Writer’s choice
Send a name and a sentence xx
six-word sentences.
“ frankly speaking, i wanna give up. ”
“ they love me cause i’m hot. ”
“ just try to guess the answer. ”
“ everyone here knows you don’t care. ”
“ fine, do things your way. ”
“ i want to be in love. ”
“ no, i would rather make money. ”
“ shut up already, i’m not going. ”
“ because you said that, fuck you! ”
“ i hate you more than anything. ”
“ just sit down? let me explain? ”
“ can i be a little nasty? ”
“ there’s nothing wrong with being sexual. ”
“ i want you to like me. ”
“ don’t you dare lie to me. ”
“ i’m way too scared to fall. ”
“ terrified of my love for you? ”
“ we were both afraid, shut up. ”
“ it wasn’t anyone’s fault. not really. ”
“ life’s too short to care anymore. ”
“ i dreamt about you last night. ”
“ really? what did you dream about? ”
“ i dreamt you chose me instead. ”
“ how did you become like this? ”
“ this isn’t any of your business. ”
“ i’m losing my mind, losing control. ”
“ you weren’t there! i needed you! ”
“ please don’t start with me, okay? ”
“ why do you always leave me? ”
“ this is all we have left. ”
“ i turned around. you were gone. ”
“ all i can think about is you. ”
“ wow, you look like shit today. ”
“ i called and you didn’t answer. ”
“ i wanna be a child forever. ”
“ today, my love is in mourning. ”
“ your words felt like sharp knives. ”
“ say something nice or don’t speak. ”
❛ it says ‘positive’.❜
“Hm– is that so?”
Studying the character she had written with curiosity, Richard smiled a bit.
“… I’ll be honest. I know absolutely nothing of Japanese. It’s quite an intricate language, however… I’m rather intrigued. The difference between Japanese and something like English or French is quite amazing. I couldn’t even begin to know what each stroke of these letters would mean…”
“… Yours truly is a fascinating language. I suppose it’s strange, but wonderful people like us can understand one another in this odd place, isn’t it?”
It definitively made sense, she had no way of going against that logic and only nodded in response. High-class people had the means of affording so many luxuries – she is a tad jealous of his galant appearance but if it’s true he is a prince, it was but obvious. “I see, I see! It’s incredible, that they brought such an important person…!! It’s very nice meeting you, Prince-kun!” When she thought of a prince, fairy tales came right after! Could he be like that? It’s not like she has ever met one to begin with,
“This is my school’s uniform, not costume. I mean, some girls look great in them but I’m a little bit on the plain side.”
“Ah, a school uniform? I see-- I should have guessed. I’m afraid I haven’t been to any sort of public school before, however. So I suppose wouldn’t quite know what a student uniform would look like, odd as it sounds.”
He’d always been taught in the castle, after all. Still, replying pleasantly, Richard happy to see the other’s excitement. But the boy kept a cool head and acted just as cool, not getting too excited. He wouldn’t want to lose his composure, now.
“Nevertheless, it’s very nice to meet you, miss. But, please--” He exclaims, performing a small flourish of his cape as he offers a slight bow. “Call me Richard.”
three word starters.
❛ please don’t go. ❜ ❛ don’t turn around. ❜ ❛ eat my dust. ❜ ❛ suck my ass. ❜ ❛ what’s for dinner? ❜ ❛ drunk i’m not. ❜ ❛ where’s your coat? ❜ ❛ bring some beers. ❜ ❛ are you home? ❜ ❛ say my name. ❜ ❛ i can’t go.❜ ❛ i’d like none. ❜ ❛ well fuck me. ❜ ❛ are you sick? ❜ ❛ i’m freezing cold. ❜ ❛ you’re all wet. ❜ ❛ are you drunk? ❜ ❛ don’t look back. ❜ ❛ it says ‘positive’.❜ ❛ run far away.❜ ❛ you are screwed. ❜ ❛ damn it’s hot. ❜ ❛ get here easily? ❜ ❛ don’t touch me. ❜ ❛ it’s cold out. ❜ ❛ just leave me. ❜ ❛ i like you. ❜ ❛ talk to me. ❜
❝ I don’t know what type of responsibilities you may have had when you weren’t here, but I can safely say that none of them carry over as long as you stay. You’re pretty much free to do whatever you want…but try not to overthink it, okay? It was just a suggestion in the first place. If it’s making you think this hard then maybe you can just dress up and skip out on the candy? ❞
“... None carry over? Hmm...” he pauses at the thought, but shakes his head. “... No. As a prince, I still need to act responsibly and like a prince should. ... Well...”
“... It is as you say, miss. I’m not back home, so I’m not tied to my duties. And... while I may not go out for candy, dressing up could be fun, I suppose... not like I know what to dress up as, but regardless, I should apologize for getting frustrated. I’m sorry. It’s not like me to get upset like this.”
; ⌁ From his appearance alone and how he spoke, the Thanagarian could take a guess that he most likely hailed from a rich background. It would also explain his confusion about the processed foods and how curiously he looks on at them. Though Shayera feels no pity for a noble boy who is now stuck in the convenience store for food, she does feel pity for the fact that either of them are here in this city.
Certainly no one is deserving of such a fate.
❝ A prince? You? Who would’ve guessed. ❞ she makes a mild jest before continuing, an eyebrow quirking playfully as she does so.
❝ But that’s good to know you’re not on the verge of starving in this place, then. No need to thank me, though; instead, you can give me your name. I’m Shayera. ❞
He quirks an eyebrow at the other, smirking.
“I suppose the way I carry myself gave it away,” he chuckles, not particularly ashamed. It’s just how he was, after all. “I’m not really hiding it, after all.”
He’d never heard of a name like Shayera before-- and considering the myriad of places people could be coming from here, Richard wasn’t surprised. But it was a nice name, he noted. ... Of course, he’s never met someone with wings before, either.
What a strange woman. But in spite of that, he hardly thought less of her. It was, admittedly, cool.
“Just my name? I suppose it’s improper of me for not having introduced myself to begin with,” the prince admits, smiling as he faces the other fully. “It’s an honor to meet you, Miss Shayera. I am Richard, Prince of the Custard Kingdom.”
“... Though, it’s a shame we aren’t meeting under better circumstances.”
They were kidnapped, after all.
❝ Dressing up isn’t for just children you know and if I do say so myself, you’re never too old to trick-or-treat! There are plenty of adults here who plan to go when the time comes. It’s nothing to hide or be ashamed of. ❞
“... Really? ... Mm,” the boy frowns, crossing his arms-- conflicted. “Yes, but...”
“... I suppose if everyone’s doing it, there’s no reason for me not to. But I don’t know. I haven’t dressed up for Halloween in years, anyways-- not since I was very little. Given my responsibilities, I never thought to.”
“-- For the last time, I’m not looking for a costume or planning on going trick-or-treating. I’m no child, I’ll have you know.” Despite the fact that he was still relatively young, anyways. He certainly didn’t act his age, though.
“Hah, sorry to say-- but no, this isn’t a costume. ... I suppose it may come off as one, given how well-dressed I am,” Richard starts-- quite proud of his appearance. He made sure to be well-dressed, after all. Still, it wasn’t as if this girl was the first to think he was wearing a costume. “But as a prince, dressing well is something I'm naturally inclined to doing. It makes sense, doesn’t it, miss?”
“I should be asking you if what you’re wearing is a costume, however. I’ve never seen such interesting-looking garments before...”
Her clothes almost reminded him of a uniform.
@jyuryoku
; ⌁ ❝ Well yes, of course; it makes them last longer but… some of these foods seem overly processed. ❞
Or maybe just ‘overtly unhealthy’ is the better word for it. However, it’s not like the food provided by the Justice League cafeteria was any better… But surely the meals had always been better than this current array of foods.
As the younger stranger mumbles to himself, the Thanagarian can’t help but overhear it… Or more like it’s hard not to hear what he says. Though she herself has little money within this city, Shayera supposes she wouldn’t mind lending this one some of her funds in order to fill up on the necessities.
She already has plenty at the moment, seeing as she’s staying with Bruce Wayne, of all people.
❝ Are you hungry? If you really want it, I can give you a few dollars for it. ❞
“You’re right about that. ... As a result, from I’ve noticed, unhealthier food is sold cheaper. But it’s not something I’ve ever had to worry about, really.”
He usually had money, after all. He was a prince. Even if the Custard Kingdom wasn’t the richest one around, he could afford to buy quality goods and make healthy meals. But, here...
He was practically just another commoner. What a strange feeling.
“... Huh?” That said, he’s taken by surprise slightly by the tall woman’s offer-- a contemplative frown coming about his features. “... No... no, that’s quite alright. I appreciate the offer madame, but I’m a prince, not a pauper. It wouldn’t be right of me to take your money. Not when I have enough cash for purchasing cheaper stuff.”
“... But it’s quite nice to know there’s generous people like you about this place, I must say. So, thank you for the offer. I sincerely appreciate it.”
Once again she has found herself back in this city. Naturally disoriented from the transition and left with a mild headache but she should be fine in a day or two. Only thankful that this time she wasn’t stuck underneath Sector Three like last time. She would never wish that fate onto anyone, except for maybe someone who deserved the worst.
“Native here? Uh, no I’m not. But fortunately for you I’ve been stuck here before. District Epsilon… hmmm.” She had no idea what district that was in, but luckily for the two she happened to have a cell phone. A gift for her time spent here. So unclipping the phone from her belt and a after quick search she would manage to pull up a map and get an idea where he had to go.
“Okay so this is where we are now, and where you want to go is somewhere over here?” Pointing towards the two locations on the screen for him to see, hoping that he would understand what she was talking about.
“Do you think you’re going to need me to help you get over there?”
“So you’re stuck here as well, eh...”
Crossing his arms, the boy looks over and down at the small object she had pulled off of her belt with curiosity, noticing it’s a map. ... It’s rather disturbing, if this is the size of the city. With six squared off sectors to differentiate the others, it was as if they had crammed six cities all together. Seeing this helped him grasp the size of both this realm, and the situation.
“Rather large prison cell we’re trapped in,” he mutters with a frown. “It doesn’t seem so far from here, but... if you wouldn’t mind, a guide would be welcome.”
He pauses.
“... Ah. Where are my manners? Allow me to introduce myself, first.”
“I am Richard, Prince of the Custard Kingdom! And I greatly appreciate your help here-- you have my deepest gratitude, young miss.”
With an elegant flourish of his cape, the boy proffers to Kuro his hand to shake. ... Really, he was just showing off. He knew how to act refined and flaunted it. But, why shouldn’t he?
