Quick! Your OCs have just been randomly but not creepily hit on. How do they react?
Am I really going to go through all of my OC’s and create responses to this? YES.
Lavina: Oh, oh deer! You’re flattering. Perhaps we can share a cup of tea sometime?
Emziel: Who, me? Shurely there musht be shome other poor fool you can find that ish much better than I, maybe one that doeshn’t shpit all over everything?
Taizen: Alright, pal. If all you’re gonna do is talk sweet, I’m gonna ask you to leave. If you ain’t payin’, you ain’t worth my time.
Borume: I... Do you want to share some of my food? You could’ve just asked, pal. I would’ve shared.
Nevose: While I appreciate the effort, can you come back and do this some other time? Perhaps when I’m not smothered beneath ten literal fucktons of paperwork? I think you’re sweet, but work comes first.
Rablon: (He just hides his face deeper behind the mask and skitters away; he’s not ready for that kind of interaction yet.)
Callos: Oh, FINALLY. Someone to pay attention to the grand fucking extravagance that is my very person. Really, though? Did you think you were worth any of my time? It would’ve been much better if you had just kept your distance; the mere sight of you leaves a sour taste in my mouth. Get the hell out of my sight before I remove you myself.
Bereil: If you were ever brought to trial, I’d fight for your innocence.
Mielun: You precious child. You come to me bearing your blood-pumper upon your sleeve and you flatter me with your tender words. I am both humbled and honored by your sweetness. However, I am old enough to be your ancestor. Perhaps you know an older troll or two?
Xemera: I do not understand your pleasantries. I ask that you explain them to me in great detail, perhaps with some demonstration?
Maihko: Just because you’ve got a silver tongue dripping with honey, you cannot borrow any of my books. I’m so sorry.
Abalus: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA