"Let's talk about me--I mean, US."
Remember those two from here? Naw? Well, here they are again, to nag at each other and all.
So much sarcasm it burns. Jeez, these two are too fun to write.
RULES:
1. Choose a few of your own characters.
2. Make them answer the following questions. (lol I took out like, two? from the version 13066301 had -w-b)
Characters chosen: Simon and Irina, with lots of interaction!
How old are you?
Simon: Nineteen, you little creeper.
Irina: Twenty-two, but I might as well say seventeen, right, Simon?
Simon: I plead the fifth!
Irina: You don’t plead for anything.
Simon: Good point.
Height?
Simon: Hella dashing and tall, dur.
Irina: I’m taller. And no one asked about your stupid face.
Simon: May I mention the fact that you’re three years older?
Irina: Age. Taboo topic.
Simon: Yeeeesh, harsh.
Your biggest fear?
Simon: My coffee supply running out. What, do I look like ‘m joking to you?
Irina: Thebugsgettingtoourcities. *knocks on wood*
Any bad habits?
Simon: *pops gum* Nuhh-thing. (Being an obnoxious bastard.) Hey-you. (*BOLTS OUT DOOR*)
Irina: I dunno, being straightforward? ‘s not like that’s a bad thing, though.
Simon: Whaaat? Then what are all these wounds on my heart from?
Irina: Being an elitist bastard probably has something to do with it.
Simon: See? Wounds on my hear-
Irina: *FALCONPUNCH* Don’t forget the physical ones, either.
Simon: My shoulder!
Speaking of which, next question...are you a virgin?
Simon: Yeah, I’m waiting for the perfect one. [/sarcasm]
Irina: …No. I’m not.
Simon: …
Have any kids? If not, do you want them?
Simon: Well, let me see. No.
Irina: It’d be nice. I guess.
Favorite Food?
Simon: Food? Sweets. Chocolate.
Irina: Those are desserts.
Simon: Hey, I’m not the one that likes kung-pao chicken.
Irina: Oh, you did not just.
Favorite ice cream flavor (or generally, a favorite flavor)?
Simon: Chocolate with vanilla swirls and chocolate sprinkles~ Also, fudge. And caramel.
Irina: Greedy.
Simon: Point?
Irina: …Mine’s banana split.
Killed anyone?
Irina: I am prepared to.
Simon: …I-
Irina: He hasn’t.
Simon: !!!
The last thing you told anyone (besides me) lately?
Simon: *points accusing finger at Irina* Chick needs to get a better temperamen-
Irina: *punches Simon*
Simon: Ow my other shoulder calm down woman
Hate anyone?
Irina: …HAHAHAHAHA.
Simon: Quit it, your creeper laugh is giving me the chills.
Any secrets?
Simon: Even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you. Durrrrr.
Irina: Ditto that.
Love anyone?
Irina: …
Simon: I love everybody and Irina is totally included.
Irina: So touched.
Simon: Here, let me dry that tear for you.
Favorite sport?
Irina: Hmm… I remember playing soccer when I was little. That was pretty fun.
Simon: Sports? You’re asking me about sports. I think I’m feeling faint from the disbelief. (He’s not too athletic.) Gee, thanks.
Anything someone said that stuck to you?
Simon: *clicks tongue in thought* …Nope.
Irina: Yeah… a few.
Happy with your name? If not, why?
Simon: Yes~
Irina: He just uses it as an excuse for stupid commands.
Simon: Ees cool, ees cool *puts on shades*
Irina: …wtfisthis
(I don’t even)
Something you want to change about yourself?
Simon: I wish she wouldn’t fuss so much over everything.
Irina: ‘Yourself’, Simon, ‘yourself.’
Simon: Trufax.
Irina: Shut up, stupid hair.
Simon: You just dissed my hair!
Favorite type of flower?
Irina: Flowers? What were those again?
Simon: Weren’t they like these little pink things in pots? Don’t correct me if I’m wrong.
How old is "too old"?
Simon: Dying is too old.
Irina: Not being able to do anything anymore is too old…
Do you want to be famous or not?
Simon: Please, babe, I already am famous.
Irina: Infamous.
Simon: Famous.
Irina: Infam-
Simon: MY HAIR IS A BIRD, YOUR ARGUMENT IS INVALID.
Are you religious or not?
Simon: Ffffffffpftttttttt.
Irina: Maybe if I had been born a couple of centuries ago.
If you were a color, you'd be...
Simon: *deep voice* Black, like my soul.
Irina: I dunno, green? Brown? What kind of question is this? How can you be a color?
Sleeping with the light on or not?
Simon: Never on.
Irina: Off. Conserve electricity.
When you play with fire...
Simon: You put it out afterwards and it’s allll okay :)
Irina: You don’t.
Vampire or werewolf?
Irina: Hm. I’ll have to say werewolf-
Simon: VAMPIRE!
Irina: You did that just to spite me, didn’t you!
Simon: Don’t think too highly of yourself, Irina dearest.
1 + 1 = ?
Simon: An insult to my intelligence!
Irina: Quick, call the ambulance.
Have you ever considered skydiving?
Simon: Uh, *points to ceiling* no skies to speak of.
Irina: ‘m scared of heights.
Would you rather perform -- sing, play an instrument, act, do stand-up comedy, whatever -- or watch someone else perform?
Simon: Be the center of the limelight, duh.
Irina: I don’t like too much attention. (Too much of it makes her nervous D:) Hey!
You plan on dealing with a rival or enemy?
Irina: Soon.
Simon: Look at my arm-look at that bruise! You already did!
Irina: Oops, forgot about my arch-nemesis over here.
Do you ever wonder if there's another place out there in the universe for humans to live in?
Irina: Sure hope so.
Simon: Dammit, I’m researching it right now! Leave me alone with my coffee; I’m only human, I can only do so many things at once.
Irina: Did you just say only human? Did someone get that on tape where is the evidence.
Simon: щ(≖益≖щ)
Aaaaaand that's all! THIS WAS FUN LET'S DO IT AGAIN. (Does anyone know where I can find more things like this? *A*)
Lots of italics for these two. -w-bb
So much sarcasm it burns. Jeez, these two are too fun to write.
RULES:
1. Choose a few of your own characters.
2. Make them answer the following questions. (lol I took out like, two? from the version 13066301 had -w-b)
Characters chosen: Simon and Irina, with lots of interaction!
How old are you?
Simon: Nineteen, you little creeper.
Irina: Twenty-two, but I might as well say seventeen, right, Simon?
Simon: I plead the fifth!
Irina: You don’t plead for anything.
Simon: Good point.
Height?
Simon: Hella dashing and tall, dur.
Irina: I’m taller. And no one asked about your stupid face.
Simon: May I mention the fact that you’re three years older?
Irina: Age. Taboo topic.
Simon: Yeeeesh, harsh.
Your biggest fear?
Simon: My coffee supply running out. What, do I look like ‘m joking to you?
Irina: Thebugsgettingtoourcities. *knocks on wood*
Any bad habits?
Simon: *pops gum* Nuhh-thing. (Being an obnoxious bastard.) Hey-you. (*BOLTS OUT DOOR*)
Irina: I dunno, being straightforward? ‘s not like that’s a bad thing, though.
Simon: Whaaat? Then what are all these wounds on my heart from?
Irina: Being an elitist bastard probably has something to do with it.
Simon: See? Wounds on my hear-
Irina: *FALCONPUNCH* Don’t forget the physical ones, either.
Simon: My shoulder!
Speaking of which, next question...are you a virgin?
Simon: Yeah, I’m waiting for the perfect one. [/sarcasm]
Irina: …No. I’m not.
Simon: …
Have any kids? If not, do you want them?
Simon: Well, let me see. No.
Irina: It’d be nice. I guess.
Favorite Food?
Simon: Food? Sweets. Chocolate.
Irina: Those are desserts.
Simon: Hey, I’m not the one that likes kung-pao chicken.
Irina: Oh, you did not just.
Favorite ice cream flavor (or generally, a favorite flavor)?
Simon: Chocolate with vanilla swirls and chocolate sprinkles~ Also, fudge. And caramel.
Irina: Greedy.
Simon: Point?
Irina: …Mine’s banana split.
Killed anyone?
Irina: I am prepared to.
Simon: …I-
Irina: He hasn’t.
Simon: !!!
The last thing you told anyone (besides me) lately?
Simon: *points accusing finger at Irina* Chick needs to get a better temperamen-
Irina: *punches Simon*
Simon: Ow my other shoulder calm down woman
Hate anyone?
Irina: …HAHAHAHAHA.
Simon: Quit it, your creeper laugh is giving me the chills.
Any secrets?
Simon: Even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you. Durrrrr.
Irina: Ditto that.
Love anyone?
Irina: …
Simon: I love everybody and Irina is totally included.
Irina: So touched.
Simon: Here, let me dry that tear for you.
Favorite sport?
Irina: Hmm… I remember playing soccer when I was little. That was pretty fun.
Simon: Sports? You’re asking me about sports. I think I’m feeling faint from the disbelief. (He’s not too athletic.) Gee, thanks.
Anything someone said that stuck to you?
Simon: *clicks tongue in thought* …Nope.
Irina: Yeah… a few.
Happy with your name? If not, why?
Simon: Yes~
Irina: He just uses it as an excuse for stupid commands.
Simon: Ees cool, ees cool *puts on shades*
Irina: …wtfisthis
(I don’t even)
Something you want to change about yourself?
Simon: I wish she wouldn’t fuss so much over everything.
Irina: ‘Yourself’, Simon, ‘yourself.’
Simon: Trufax.
Irina: Shut up, stupid hair.
Simon: You just dissed my hair!
Favorite type of flower?
Irina: Flowers? What were those again?
Simon: Weren’t they like these little pink things in pots? Don’t correct me if I’m wrong.
How old is "too old"?
Simon: Dying is too old.
Irina: Not being able to do anything anymore is too old…
Do you want to be famous or not?
Simon: Please, babe, I already am famous.
Irina: Infamous.
Simon: Famous.
Irina: Infam-
Simon: MY HAIR IS A BIRD, YOUR ARGUMENT IS INVALID.
Are you religious or not?
Simon: Ffffffffpftttttttt.
Irina: Maybe if I had been born a couple of centuries ago.
If you were a color, you'd be...
Simon: *deep voice* Black, like my soul.
Irina: I dunno, green? Brown? What kind of question is this? How can you be a color?
Sleeping with the light on or not?
Simon: Never on.
Irina: Off. Conserve electricity.
When you play with fire...
Simon: You put it out afterwards and it’s allll okay :)
Irina: You don’t.
Vampire or werewolf?
Irina: Hm. I’ll have to say werewolf-
Simon: VAMPIRE!
Irina: You did that just to spite me, didn’t you!
Simon: Don’t think too highly of yourself, Irina dearest.
1 + 1 = ?
Simon: An insult to my intelligence!
Irina: Quick, call the ambulance.
Have you ever considered skydiving?
Simon: Uh, *points to ceiling* no skies to speak of.
Irina: ‘m scared of heights.
Would you rather perform -- sing, play an instrument, act, do stand-up comedy, whatever -- or watch someone else perform?
Simon: Be the center of the limelight, duh.
Irina: I don’t like too much attention. (Too much of it makes her nervous D:) Hey!
You plan on dealing with a rival or enemy?
Irina: Soon.
Simon: Look at my arm-look at that bruise! You already did!
Irina: Oops, forgot about my arch-nemesis over here.
Do you ever wonder if there's another place out there in the universe for humans to live in?
Irina: Sure hope so.
Simon: Dammit, I’m researching it right now! Leave me alone with my coffee; I’m only human, I can only do so many things at once.
Irina: Did you just say only human? Did someone get that on tape where is the evidence.
Simon: щ(≖益≖щ)
Aaaaaand that's all! THIS WAS FUN LET'S DO IT AGAIN. (Does anyone know where I can find more things like this? *A*)
Lots of italics for these two. -w-bb