#dancingoblivion

          A white sweater arm waves down the other, belonging to a rather jovial man sitting cross-legged on a tarp. Spread in front of him are strange-looking objects of various sizes and shapes, and of dubious origin. An ordinary piece of paper is dubbed a “luck ticket”, a joker playing card that’s supposed to be a revival item, among other things. Oddly enough, the only weapon available is a wooden baseball bat. The man spreads his arms wide, chuckling in a flamboyant greeting as the other approaches.

”Welcome! Ordinarily, I’d have main  characters like you flocking to purchase my wares, but in this strange new world, I must find more creative ways to advertise myself than a dialogue box or simple overworld sprite. Regardless, come and look! there must be something of interest to you; a quest of carnage wouldn’t be complete without a few power-ups, ha.”

Even knowing there was someone familiar in the vicinity, Aion’s instincts were going haywire. When he’d first received the mysterious invitation, just the mere wording of it had been enough to pique his curiosity with its elevated speech and appeal. But now, being in the thick of this mass of people, he felt like a fool, trapped and pressured from all sides with barely any hope of a graceful exit.

For the moment, he’d managed to find a secluded area of the floor hidden by shadows and branches and there he stood, watching from afar. His eyes scanned the attendees, quietly hopeful he’d spot one of his bandmates to help him through this mess, but as the moments ticked by, his hope dimmed. They were likely somewhere making fools of themselves and getting lost in the revelry, he realized. If he was going to get out of this, it had to be on his own.

Before he could even start to plan his escape, though, some unfamiliar figure stopped close by, likely to find a bit of downtime themselves. Desperation giving way to frustration, he called to the stranger in a dark voice, far and away from how he would have tried speaking to someone he didn’t know in any other situation.

It wasn’t so often anymore that he had to deal with curious eyes on his ears and tail. But once in awhile there were the odd humans who grew curious-- Really, there were times he couldn’t tell whether one was human or not. More often than not, he would indulge a curious parent and child.. A lone person, however.. 

Well.. He let his disinterest and disgust show beneath an innocent smile. 

Whether it was truly an interest in his appearance or if the other had some other business with him, Auger scoffed. 

“Ahh.. I don’t think I’m really interested in you.”

05. Are they sexually confident or more of the shy type?

Add shies away from sexual contact altogether; organisms biding their time by preforming intimacy shudders him thoroughly in disgust, open to question whatever cynical source of blasphemous dementia would ever bother riddle themselves beside a monstrosity, hidden beneath pale leather and queer armour, upon soft mattress. In a specific event triggering such confidence will be instantly suppressed, no matter if this flaw was designed in his coding at birth; no one should encourage infatuation with mutated disappointment from willful privileges.

21. What is one of your character’s biggest fears? How would they react when dealing with this fear?