>Post your character blurting out a secret >React to other people's sudden confessions >Everypony must be truthful and honest >???? >Profit! Or awkwardness, whichever.
You are the most obnoxious son of a bitch I have ever met. You have no tact, social graces, or courtesy. You are loud as hell, rude as hell, and a rock probably has more basic education than you'll ever obtain. And you know what?
I actually like that about you. Because you're honest about yourself for the most part. It doesn't hurt that you're one of the bravest goddamn people I ever met, let alone one of the kindest. The shit you did and said in there with Twilight? I won't forget how much you tried to give to help her, and I don't doubt for a minute how sincere you were. Just about every minute we were inside her I kept worrying about what I'd have to do to help everyone else, or worried that I'd gotten everyone killed or screwed them over, and then you'd open your goddamn mouth again and I'd somehow end up smiling at it. Beyond everything that is obnoxious and shitty about you, which I'm pretty cool with anyway? There's something that's even better. I'd be a damn liar if I said I didn't have a lot of affection growing for you. I guess I could say I could grow to love you but, shit, I dunno. It's weird to even think that.
Know what else?
I think a lot of people would think how you act like the best damn thing that's out there is an act. But you know what? I think you know you're the shit. And I guess I'd agree. You are the shit. I don't think self-loathing is something you could even begin to understand.
But I think you're an asshole to people not because you know you're the shit. I think you're an asshole to people because, if you ask me? It'd break your heart to grow attached to someone and have to leave them. Because deep down you're too damn nice, and you think it'd be easier to not be attached at all then just constantly getting your heart broken when people say goodbye.
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Be glad in not just kicking every tooth out of your damn mouth right now.
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krabby pattiesDandies, don't you Japple?]Uh, beak?
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Yeah, sure, whatever. Whatever that shit is on your face right now.
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You are the most obnoxious son of a bitch I have ever met. You have no tact, social graces, or courtesy. You are loud as hell, rude as hell, and a rock probably has more basic education than you'll ever obtain. And you know what?
I actually like that about you. Because you're honest about yourself for the most part. It doesn't hurt that you're one of the bravest goddamn people I ever met, let alone one of the kindest. The shit you did and said in there with Twilight? I won't forget how much you tried to give to help her, and I don't doubt for a minute how sincere you were. Just about every minute we were inside her I kept worrying about what I'd have to do to help everyone else, or worried that I'd gotten everyone killed or screwed them over, and then you'd open your goddamn mouth again and I'd somehow end up smiling at it. Beyond everything that is obnoxious and shitty about you, which I'm pretty cool with anyway? There's something that's even better. I'd be a damn liar if I said I didn't have a lot of affection growing for you. I guess I could say I could grow to love you but, shit, I dunno. It's weird to even think that.
Know what else?
I think a lot of people would think how you act like the best damn thing that's out there is an act. But you know what? I think you know you're the shit. And I guess I'd agree. You are the shit. I don't think self-loathing is something you could even begin to understand.
But I think you're an asshole to people not because you know you're the shit. I think you're an asshole to people because, if you ask me? It'd break your heart to grow attached to someone and have to leave them. Because deep down you're too damn nice, and you think it'd be easier to not be attached at all then just constantly getting your heart broken when people say goodbye.
You're face isn't half bad either.
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But how's my hair?
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Then shrugs.]
Eh.
It's alright.
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