I listen to a lot of Poor Man's Poison and a lot of other guitar-focused artists, so I've really picked up on guitars. I don't know how to play one now, but I would take classes. Something about the sound and the dedication to do it good just sits with me just right. There's also the fact that I'd probably have more luck romantically if I could play guitar.
"Everyone can change. I know that sentiment all too well."
"Okay. Well, I hope you manage to get your sister to listen."
He stands up, but doesn't leave.
"Okay... Anyway, do you accept my aid in your endeavor?"
He's clearly puzzled at that.
"What does that mean? Do you not know your own age?"
Retconned out of existence, probably.
"Perhaps I could help. I'm quite persuasive."
He lightly pounds his chest with his fist and chuckles a bit.
"Do tell, however, how old are you?"
"Have you spoken to her about this? She's family, she should understand."
"Oh, don't say that. I'm sure your sister means the best for you, even if she's overdoing it."
He sighs and looks down.
"Trust me... I know..."
I'm fine with a slight amount of makeup, but I do have a line drawn. Like, I'm fine with her wearing lipstick and that powdery stuff that just makes it smoother and whatnot, but if they go all out with all that stuff that makes them look like a completely different person, I just think it's a little too much.
"I got places to be, so see ya!"
She transforms and drives away.
She smiles.
"Glad you like it. Sleep tight."
She transforms and stands up.
"Anywhere, nobody really uses this room."
I had the idea where he can put the propeller blades close together, charge them with electricity, and use his hands to fire it outward in a large slash. That's the primary reason I made him a helicopter.
She takes him out of the hangar to the barracks, and then to a part where not a lot of people go to sleep. The room is filled with standard military bunkbeds, with a single thin blanket and pillow each.
"We're here!"
Thanks! And yes, the blue was with electricity theme in mind. The canon reason for that is he thought the original helicopter was too bland, so he got a paint job with the help of some very unwilling humans.
She puts the plating back on and sighs.
"I gotta think about this..."
She sits in silence for a minute or two.
"Maybe... No, he doesn't trust me with Scraplets... Ooh!"
She pulls off another piece of plating, this one is particularly serrated, and starts cutting the helmet like a saw.
Staying honest and true to myself and never be anyone else.
"Hop on, I'll show you."
She puts the plating back on.
"I know how to count, bird-brain!"
She stares at the helmet angrily as she thinks of another way.
[Single line-Multi paragraph] Your OC is going along their day when they hear someone calling out "Come one! Come all! Try to get this mask off of this kids face! Win 100 dollars if you win!" What does your OC do? (no murdering either or any idc OCs, interact damn you.)
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