#vesselfell

🍌 - What is your character’s diet like? Do they cook hearty homemade meals or prefer to eat out? Are they a vegetarian or a meat lover? Are there any cultural foods they’re particularly fond of?

He’s definitely more the type to cook for himself. On top of things sometimes getting complicated with how various AUs function, he also doesn't like to hurt others feelings and frankly it's a lot more common for people to suck at cooking than be good at it. Might also be a little carry over from not trusting others to make him food back when he was still trapped underground.

That aside, he’s not very discerning with "types" of food or ingredients, he'd be willing to try almost anything once, though his own personal favorites and what he himself is most likely to prepare are usually somewhat simpler, fresh flavors. Spring vegetable pasta dishes, fish with some sort of herby sauce over rice, maybe something like beef stew with sliced sourdough in the wintertime. He does have a soft spot for spicy things especially though, so he'll add a bit of a kick to most of what he makes.

Cooking and baking is very calming for him, and he enjoys doing it for others a lot too <3

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🍯 - What are some reasons someone would like or get along with your oc? Are these positive traits something your oc is aware of?

Well, he’s patient. And determined to do the right thing. He’s kind, even if he comes off cold more often than not. And the more comfortable he gets with someone the more he jokes, or chuckles, or teases. Not so deep down he’s really a soft touch, a good listener, and just a generally pleasant person to spend time around more often than not.

"Kisses don't have to be on the lips," the guest repositioned themselves, raising their legs over one arm of the chair and curling against the back. "They can be on the cheek, or the forehead maybe. Don't pretend you've never kissed your cats on their stupid little heads."

Void rolled his eyes setting his work back down, finally turning an unamused look on them. "What is it you're really asking me, Moon?"

"They wanna kiss you, boss man."

"Don't call me that-" he straightened, frowning, "who?"

They pointed upward, and Void glanced up for an instant before he cringed, a scowl pinching his features.

"Moon." Flat and annoyed and perfectly reflecting his expression.

They chuckled, shrugging, "You know who I mean, Papyrus. The ones I told about you. Or, well, mostly just one, in this case." They hesitated at that, amending, "Maybe. I don't actually know how many. But one who's asked. Very politely, might I add."

His glare eased as they spoke, something tired seeping into it. "What exactly have you been telling them about me?"

Shuffling into a new position with their legs crossed, they only offered a smile, "This and that. All true things...I think."

Sighing, Void leaned back in his chair, setting his pen down fully to cross both sets of arms. His focus went glassy as he stared somewhere past them in the room, exhaustion becoming more apparent.

After a long moment, the guest hummed. "You've been up too long, haven't you?"

Slowly, he pulled his gaze back to the present and rested it on them, quirking an incredulous brow bone.

"Humor me," they responded, almost softly.

Void's eyes travelled to the mess cluttering his desk and he sat up straighter again, "Once I finish this and hand it over to Ash, I'll rest."

Pulling something from their robe, the guest waved it with a smile.

"Kiss for good luck?"

That odd cat plush hung from their hand. He rolled his eyes as if to say 'I should've expected that' and then settled back into that signature, scathing Look.

"Just a little one," they bobbed the doll as if it were nodding, too, "promise."

Their eyes locked unwaveringly for a moment, until he sighed, bringing up a hand to pinch his nasal ridge. The guest's smile broadened slightly, but they waited patiently until he looked back to them.

"Just once, correct?"

"Correct."

Rolling his eyes yet again, he shook his head in disapproval of his own easy surrender before conceding and raising a hand for them to place the plush into.

Its craftsmanship crude at best, the strange little plush still held an undeniable charm. The weight of its presence less so, but to some degree, he might've understood. Almost.

With practiced care he himself was unaware of, Void brought the doll close and placed a gentle kiss to the top of its head. For the briefest of moments, it felt like a head cradled in his hand rather than a toy...but when he opened his eyes only two beads looked back at him.

Drawing a deeper breath, his senses alerted him to movement just before his guest's hand appeared, next to him now. They accepted the plush easily, and he turned his head to watch for a moment, as they fixed the fur before tucking it back into their robe.

"See? Not so bad. Maybe even nice?"

"Absolutely grueling."

The guest sighed, rolling their head back. Then, they chuckled. "Whatever you say, edgelord."

"Don't call me that."

He turned back to his work, ignoring the way their gaze on him lingered. Until suddenly something pressed against his skull, right on his sphenoid bone, light enough to tickle and gone before he could finish turning his head.

"You said once," he glowered at them, no real heat to his tone.

"You looked like you could use it," they teased, completely unrepentant.

Tucking the toy away, again, this time, Void kept his eyes on the guest until they'd made their way back around the desk. Opting to lean on the chair rather than sit this time, they slanted a sympathetic smile at him.

"Actually take a break soon, alright?"

With a huff of breath bordering on a scoff, he hesitated almost petulantly before nodding once. The both of them knew full well he'd stop when he stopped and not a moment sooner. But the guest could hope. He could use decent judgment sometimes.