[look, when he inevitably reaches his first S Support, he'll be all about romance, regardless of how notorious he is for his clumsy confessions and hideous stupidity. but for now? everything's scary and hard to understand! Weiss's brazen disregard for subtlety and tact sends Owain staggering backwards, clutching his heart.]
Of course it's the first time I've heard that! ... Well. I've been called cute in the, "it sure is cute how a grown man has so much fun playing with dolls and being generally embarrassing" kind of way, but that's not the same! Or... maybe it is?! Such... imperceptible vagueness! Impenetrable by the wisdom of even I, Owain Dark, avatar of great grandeur and... penetrating wisdom!
[... oh, he slipped back into character.]
S-Sorry. I just-- I don't know! Someone's trying to play me for a chump. I've only been here for a day and people are already making fun of me! [he sighs, shoulders slumped.]
I just... I thought I'd at least get a chance to make a cool first impression on people before this started happening, you know? Before people started realizing that I'm a total dork that completely lacks in actual substance. Before they started realizing that I'm extremely creepy and deserving of little to no respect. Just a creepy creep who creeps around with his weirdo hobbies. Weirdo of weirdoes, fated to die alone, unloved by all except for his pet cat who he doesn't even have yet. No, wait. Even my cat'll leave me. When I die, someone will rescue him and put him into cat therapy to help him overcome the traumatic experiences he must have went through living with such a creepy pointless weirdo for so long. He'll learn to stop loving me. It'll be for the best. That's what'll happen. 'Cause that's me. Dead creepy creepster with a sad, unhealthy cat who must have been brainwashed into caring about me.
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Of course it's the first time I've heard that! ... Well. I've been called cute in the, "it sure is cute how a grown man has so much fun playing with dolls and being generally embarrassing" kind of way, but that's not the same! Or... maybe it is?! Such... imperceptible vagueness! Impenetrable by the wisdom of even I, Owain Dark, avatar of great grandeur and... penetrating wisdom!
[... oh, he slipped back into character.]
S-Sorry. I just-- I don't know! Someone's trying to play me for a chump. I've only been here for a day and people are already making fun of me! [he sighs, shoulders slumped.]
I just... I thought I'd at least get a chance to make a cool first impression on people before this started happening, you know? Before people started realizing that I'm a total dork that completely lacks in actual substance. Before they started realizing that I'm extremely creepy and deserving of little to no respect. Just a creepy creep who creeps around with his weirdo hobbies. Weirdo of weirdoes, fated to die alone, unloved by all except for his pet cat who he doesn't even have yet. No, wait. Even my cat'll leave me. When I die, someone will rescue him and put him into cat therapy to help him overcome the traumatic experiences he must have went through living with such a creepy pointless weirdo for so long. He'll learn to stop loving me. It'll be for the best. That's what'll happen. 'Cause that's me. Dead creepy creepster with a sad, unhealthy cat who must have been brainwashed into caring about me.
[sniffle.]