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Post by Anonymous on Nov 7, 2011 19:06:06 GMT -5
Who is he, Mr.Goldsbloom?
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Post by cerasri on Nov 7, 2011 20:48:00 GMT -5
An ashen look takes over the Goldsbloom heir's face and he glances away, lips pressed into a thin white line. The expression only lasts for the briefest of seconds, and Oscar turns fowards once more, mouth curled into a wide smile. "He?" The young man laughs, the sound slightly hysteric at the as it bubbles from his lips before he coughs and gulps. "Who do you mean he? Haha...." Biting his lip with a scowl as his laughter trails off into uncertain chortles, the heir gulps before he narrows his eyes and leans forward.
"What I say...what I say does not leave, this...no...." stopping abruptly, an almost conflicted expression tugs itself on to the young man's face and with a pained scowl, the Goldsbloom heir shakes his head before a false smile takes its place on his lips once more. In the shining lights of the room, his eyes flash gold briefly before they settle back to their normal amber color. "Hah! No, I was simply joking. There is no he- Tweedle-Dum can simply get aggravating at times. Its only fit I punish her. A heir cannot tolerate backtalk, am I correct? To do so would undermine my authority and..." the young man's eyes darken, "that can simply not be tolerated. Am I clear?"
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Post by treyxkoren on Nov 9, 2011 17:33:01 GMT -5
What are your pet's favorite thing to do? I mean...as an heir who does nothing but gives his love and attention to his pets, you should know right? You should pride yourself on knowing what they like...right?
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Post by cerasri on Nov 17, 2011 15:56:31 GMT -5
"Their favorite thing to do? Why its quite simple." Leaning back into the small sofa he was currently occupying, Oscar spread out his arms, his lips curling into a smile. "Their favorite thing to do is spend time with me. Tweedle-Dee hates separation and as for Tweedle-Dum..." features becoming down cast as he thought of the more difficult of his two pets, Oscar sighed before he shook his head, looking back up once more, amber eyes full of a fond light. "Well, Tweedle-Dum enjoys spending time with her sister."
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Post by pendrag0nknight on Nov 19, 2011 13:17:09 GMT -5
You must have a favorite place to shop. Where is it and why do you prefer the place? (Is it possible to keep the answer G-rated? Please?)
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Post by cerasri on Nov 21, 2011 14:18:42 GMT -5
"My favorite place to shop?"
Face reddening as an akward blush made its way onto his face, the Goldsbloom heir paused before he looked away. "If...if you must know it's the book-shoppe. I enjoy seeing new things to read..." Lips curled into a fond smile, the heir's expression darkened for a moment and he sighed, "Though I don't get to go as often as I'd like. The duties of an heir, however trivial they might seem, are harder and more time consuming than one might think..."
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Post by Jocelyn on Nov 22, 2011 22:05:01 GMT -5
C...can I have a cookie, Master Oscar? Please?
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Post by cerasri on Nov 29, 2011 23:35:50 GMT -5
"A...a cookie?" Raising one brow above the other, Oscar blinked. "Yes I suppose. It...it truly is up to you. Though I think we only have oatmeal raisin...I..." face flushing, the Goldsbloom heir looked away briefly, "I'm afraid I had the last of the chocolate chip..."
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Post by treyxkoren on Dec 7, 2011 16:20:49 GMT -5
Haveyou even been....high, oh I mean have you even tried opium?
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Post by treyxkoren on Dec 7, 2011 16:21:23 GMT -5
What's your favorite type of food?
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Post by cerasri on Dec 9, 2011 17:37:27 GMT -5
"Have I ever tried opium?" One brow arched wryly above the other, the Goldsbloom heir paused before he frowned, "Hmm...I have tried it once. I never quite enjoyed the feeling...while it was a pleasant sensation, the utter loss of control was a bit...hard to comprehend. That, and the aftereffects weren't exactly...." Face flushing slightly, Oscar coughed into his hand, "Well...needless to say I won't be doing that again."
Running a hand through his hair, the Goldsbloom noble regained his composure with one final cough, "As for my favorite food...well, I have always been partial to lamb. The taste is quite satisfying, though a freshly baked slice of bread is always wonderful as well."
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Post by Schwarzen*Adler on Jan 13, 2012 11:14:45 GMT -5
" What's a per-vert?" Al grinned, " People told me to ask you what it was. Is it fun being one?
From what I know, a Pear is a fruit. And a 'vert' is said to be green. Ya' know, the colour?
So does that make you a green fruit? But how does that work? You don't look like a fruit!"
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Post by cerasri on Jan 21, 2012 20:46:20 GMT -5
Dumbfounded for a moment, the Goldsbloom heir blinks, once, twice-three times before he releases an embarresed cough, though his brow twitches slightly in annoyance. "Ah...are you insinuating I'm sick? A green....fruit...I can assure you, I am not a fruit. While I might not be picky about my tastes where...hybrids are concerned I do tend to enjoy the opposite sex....." Eyes narrowing, Oscar frowns, gaze pinned curiously on the boy before his expression smooths out and blanks once more, though the ever present grin of a fool still plays across his lips. "...as for the more literal explanation of what a ...'pervert' is....perhaps you should consult a book?
That is what most do when curious, right? Besides, I have no want nor need to corrupt the er...innocence of a child to naive to understand the meanings of...er....life."
ooc: Unlike a certain metal-man. -coughXERXEScough-
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Post by treyxkoren on Mar 13, 2012 14:39:52 GMT -5
Have you ever gone to the beach?
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Post by cerasri on Mar 14, 2012 10:32:40 GMT -5
Brushing a strand of hair out of his face as he situated himself more comfortably on the divan he was lounging on, the Goldsbloom heir tilted his head back with a yawn. "Mmm...not really. The city is landlocked...and well..." a lazy laugh escaped from his lips to ring in the air with an almost bitter after-tone, "As the heir to the Goldsbloom House I can't exactly leave to actually travel to one." Still staring rather halfheartedly at the ceiling , Oscar paused for a moment before a soft smile alighted on his lips. "...it would be nice to visit one though...if...if the time permits..."
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