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Post by cerasri on Oct 26, 2011 15:02:40 GMT -5
Want to ask Oscar just what the voice in his head is actually saying? Want to pit your mind against either him or him? Well then, look no further! You can do so here!
Looking rather annoyed, a young man walks into the room. Turning his gaze curiously around, Oscar runs a hand through his hair before he sighs and grins. "Voices..tch...I don't know what you're talking about. Anyways hello there~want to know about the awesome that is me? Ask away." he says, pausing for a moment before he mumbles quietly. "Just fair warning- I'm not responsible for what he does."
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Post by Anonymous on Oct 27, 2011 15:45:32 GMT -5
Why do you Shag Coyote Hybrids? Or as I like to put it, wild animals
Really dude, it's just gross.
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Post by cerasri on Oct 27, 2011 15:56:24 GMT -5
Crossing his arms, Oscar looks affronted and before his face smooths out and his lips contort into a smug smile. "Ohh~ I see what it is...you're just jealous are you? Don't worry- I can shag you to if you prefer. It's just...coyote's are so nice and soft and their tails..." Smile widening lewdly as he arches a brow, the Goldsbloom heir shrugs and trails off. "Well, I'm sure you can understand. Besides...the way the squirm when you well..needless to say I'm sure they're much better in the sack anyways."
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Post by anonymous on Oct 27, 2011 16:12:46 GMT -5
Any preferences? And doesn't it get hard with all the antlers, horns and tails in the way?
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Post by cerasri on Oct 29, 2011 11:59:43 GMT -5
Tilting his head to the side, the Goldsbloom heir arches a brow. "Well, I think it'd be fairly obvious I seem to prefer canines of the coyote variety. But ah...as for the antlers, horns and tails well..." Mouth widening lewdly Oscar grins, leaning back with a smile. "....they just make it more fun, don't you agree? Besides...everything is better when you have to work for it, right?"
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Post by Schwarzen*Adler on Oct 29, 2011 22:16:33 GMT -5
Umm.... Mister Oscar?
I'm writing this note hoping that you somehow get it. Though the people here tell me that the chances of that are one in a million.
Well, if you do get it, and I hope you will, I'd appreciate it if you were to answer a question for me. If you don't mind me asking, how did you decide that you wanted to take Tweedle-Dee and Dum home with you? Surely, those two weren't the only ones in the pit-thing. Right?
So what set them apart from all the others?
~ Sincerely Alphred
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Post by cerasri on Oct 30, 2011 17:40:38 GMT -5
Looking down at the letter with a frown the Goldsbloom heir quirks a brow before he laughs. "How did I decide to pick them? It's quite simple..." he murmurs aloud, "They were simply there and I saw them first...the others...they...didn't matter. Not once I saw them..." Crumpling the letter in his hand with a frown, Oscar sighs before he smooths paper out once more. "I'll write a reply later....but...perhaps the kid should have put a return address..."
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Post by Anonymous on Nov 4, 2011 21:43:37 GMT -5
Who's your favorite and why, Tweedle-Dee or Tweedle-Dum?
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Post by cerasri on Nov 4, 2011 21:57:02 GMT -5
"My favorite?" For once a serious expression overtakes the Goldsbloom heir's face and he pauses, rubbing at his chin thoughtfully before he runs a hand through his hair. "I have no favorite, not truly. I care for them both equally...though Tweedle-Dee can be more personable at times and can make my heart lighten in my chest....and Tweedle-Dum can get...well..." Breaking off with a sigh, Oscar shakes his head. "It...its complicated I'm afraid."
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Post by treyxkoren on Nov 5, 2011 12:08:16 GMT -5
What...exactly do you do? Like, a job or something.
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Post by cerasri on Nov 5, 2011 18:22:00 GMT -5
"My job?" Shrugging his shoulders, the Goldsbloom heir sighs, the picture of the annoyed noble. "My job is to be the 'heir'-nothing more. I sit there and look nice and make sure I'm ready to take over for whenever father croaks it." The noble pauses before he sighs, running a hand through his hair with a slightly nervous expression. "Heaven I hope he doesn't. The responsibility..." shuddering at the mere thought of taking the mantle of head, Oscar grimaces, though not from fear that his father might die.
No, the old man could croak it for all Oscar cared. Well, so long as someone else was in line for heir.
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Post by pendrag0nknight on Nov 7, 2011 11:25:24 GMT -5
So I know I'm not the only one wondering---
Boxers, or Briefs?
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Post by cerasri on Nov 7, 2011 15:38:28 GMT -5
Rubbing thoughtfully at his chin, the Goldsbloom heir frowns, head quirking slightly to the side before he grinds lewdly, one brow raised archly above the other. "Boxers or briefs? What makes you think I wear either?"
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Post by Anonymous on Nov 7, 2011 16:05:22 GMT -5
Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum are quite the pair Mr. Goldsbloom. But why does Dee look particularly happy all the time, and Dum look gloomy? Do you treat them different although you spoke of no absolute favorite that I know of? (I must say it's Tweedle-Dee though. Afterall she's constantly happy!)
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Post by cerasri on Nov 7, 2011 16:12:57 GMT -5
"I don't know why they act differently. Tweedle-Dum is....combative....at the best of times. Tweedle-Dee...she is..." trailing off with a sigh and an affectionate smile, the Goldsbloom heir shakes his head, "....much more agreeable then her sister in terms of temperament. I treat them the same...but sometimes....when Tweedle-Dum is..." Gritting his teeth together, Oscar looks away. "Sometimes, he....he doesn't like her. If only she didn't talk back....then...then I'm sure he would be happy and I wouldn't have to do the things I do......."
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