Tufted ears lift at the sound of Godpoke's voice, so very soft and so very unfamiliar, but it suits them entirely. That bright, fascinated posture doesn't falter as those beady white eyes skim the page. Colors? That certainly makes differentiating them easier.
Oleander's attention remains in a steady, quiet stare, his own voice failing to speak - but plenty of others do that enough for him.
[VOICE OF THE HERO:] Oooh, alright, okay. We can work with this! Maybe we need a role-call? Get you all of those colors you're looking for!
[VOICE OF THE SMITTEN:] Colors to paint pictures yet unseen! Oh, little thing, you are an artist, and you've stolen my heart.
[VOICE OF THE HERO:] Alright, then! Disagreeable lot, just give me a word, and we're good to go. You've got me, and you've got Mr. Romantic. Who's next?
[VOICE OF THE OPPORTUNIST:] Present and accounted for! And, might I say, your idea? Brilliant. You're an innovator. Couldn't ask for a more clever sort to get all of us down onto paper.
[VOICE OF THE COLD:] Oh, come off it, will you? Here.
[VOICE OF THE SKEPTIC:] How could we be sure that everyone's answering? Can't exactly see heads in here, you know.
[VOICE OF THE CONTRARIAN:] Well, you've just gone and made yourself awfully easy to account for, haven't you? Couldn't even help yourself.
[VOICE OF THE CHEATED:] He was practically baited into it, all things considered. Led right into his own weak-points.
[VOICE OF THE STUBBORN:] Maybe he shouldn't have such an idiotic weak point.
[VOICE OF THE HUNTED:] Bickering, always too loud for their own good. Don't pay attention to them.
[VOICE OF THE PARANOID:] I'm still not sure what you're going to do with all of these names and colors, but...
[VOICE OF THE BROKEN:] No worse to do to us than has already been done, is there? And nothing we wouldn't deserve.
[VOICE OF THE HERO:] That's all of us, I believe! Sort of crowded, isn't it? Especially when everyone starts taking shots at each other. Sorry if they get started on that, it can be a lot for even us, much less someone who isn't living with it. Before now, there were only... two, three of us? Not counting another one who was always there. I wonder where he went...?
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Oleander's attention remains in a steady, quiet stare, his own voice failing to speak - but plenty of others do that enough for him.
[VOICE OF THE HERO:]
Oooh, alright, okay. We can work with this! Maybe we need a role-call? Get you all of those colors you're looking for!
[VOICE OF THE SMITTEN:]
Colors to paint pictures yet unseen! Oh, little thing, you are an artist, and you've stolen my heart.
[VOICE OF THE HERO:]
Alright, then! Disagreeable lot, just give me a word, and we're good to go. You've got me, and you've got Mr. Romantic. Who's next?
[VOICE OF THE OPPORTUNIST:]
Present and accounted for! And, might I say, your idea? Brilliant. You're an innovator. Couldn't ask for a more clever sort to get all of us down onto paper.
[VOICE OF THE COLD:]
Oh, come off it, will you? Here.
[VOICE OF THE SKEPTIC:]
How could we be sure that everyone's answering? Can't exactly see heads in here, you know.
[VOICE OF THE CONTRARIAN:]
Well, you've just gone and made yourself awfully easy to account for, haven't you? Couldn't even help yourself.
[VOICE OF THE CHEATED:]
He was practically baited into it, all things considered. Led right into his own weak-points.
[VOICE OF THE STUBBORN:]
Maybe he shouldn't have such an idiotic weak point.
[VOICE OF THE HUNTED:]
Bickering, always too loud for their own good. Don't pay attention to them.
[VOICE OF THE PARANOID:]
I'm still not sure what you're going to do with all of these names and colors, but...
[VOICE OF THE BROKEN:]
No worse to do to us than has already been done, is there? And nothing we wouldn't deserve.
[VOICE OF THE HERO:]
That's all of us, I believe! Sort of crowded, isn't it? Especially when everyone starts taking shots at each other. Sorry if they get started on that, it can be a lot for even us, much less someone who isn't living with it. Before now, there were only... two, three of us? Not counting another one who was always there. I wonder where he went...?