I'm officially sorry for how much this guy loves hearing himself talk.

[hiveless]

Okay okay, are you gonna stop looking at creepy video game stuff and gimmie the spotlight already? Yeah? Good! Finally! I mean geez girl, what's a guy gotta do for a little attention around here? I've been in your head since THIS [Bartleby brandishes his mp3 player] was a walkman, for crying out loud! Bad enough you're rewriting my whole history so I can't even complain about suddenly havin' an endoskeleton now. Seriously lady, it's been so hard, livin' with the things you do to me~

At least you're keeping all the IMPORTANT things straight though, like how awesome I am. But really, is it physically possible for me to be LESS awesome? Ha, no, I don't think so. And it's definitely the right move letting me hang around here where there's gotta be all KINDS of cute girls just waiting for that particular level of awesome to come sweep 'em off their feet! I'll be more than happy to oblige, ladies.

There's still somethin' we really gotta talk about though. Yup. Mmm-hmm. Definitely a thing. [He takes in a deep breath, puffing up his cheeks a bit and looking comically serious, crossing all four arms.]

Where's Anthony?

C'mon, I mean it! What'm I supposed to do without my best bud, my raddest bro, my super wingman? Yeah, I know what you're going to say - "But Bartleby, you just want him around because you think hanging out with a giant stick in the mud makes you look that much cooler to all the chicks!" And I'm not sayin' it doesn't, but that ain't the whole story and you know it. I'll go crazy without him around! C'mon, just get that awesome artist chick who made my icons to knock some of him out - it'll be super easy, he has like two expressions ever. Three max. Maybe throw in a facepalm. And then bam, play him too!

"...Playercest?" Ugh, what? Dumbest rule ever.

Comments

[royalmint]

Well, feel privileged that you at least have half decent icons to work with.

...and yours actually are cohesive with each other.

[He's just going to watch you carefully Bartleby because bad past experiences with other bug people have been bad.]

[hiveless]

[S'UP DUDE HOPE YOU DON'T MIND AN ARM ON YOUR SHOULDER. Even though. Bartleby's probably shorter than you.]

Do I ever, Captain Toothpaste, do I ever. 'Cause believe me, this gal here couldn't draw consistently if her life depended on it. [Jabbing a thumb towards his mun.] And just look at me in these, damn! I know all my sides are good sides, but they still got 'em perfectly!

You know some other muns were calling me cute before these babies were even finished? Because they totally were.

[royalmint]

[OH GOODNESS OK- The Prince stiffens and looks down at Bartleby, blinking a few times.

Oh haha, toothpaste. As if he hasn't heard that one before.]

I...I'm sure they...were.

[At least he seems to have a high opinion of himself.]

[hiveless]

You bet they were! And if even the muns are putty in my hands, there's no way I'm not scoring some kinda smokin' babe, y'know what I mean? Eh? Eh?

[Well he's removing his arm from Pepper's shoulder at least, though it's not quite out of his personal space yet since Bartleby's gonna give him a couple of elbow nudges and at least one eyebrow waggle. He's noticed the Prince's stiffness by now though, so it dissolves into a frown pretty quickly.]

...Geez man, you look kinda wound up. Relax a little! I don't sting! Anatomically impossible, y'know.

[royalmint]

Hm..?

[Pepper hadn't realized how wary he'd been acting until Bartleby moved away, causing him to come to his senses momentarily.]

Ah- yes, I-I know! Forgive me I uh..

[He looks the bee over a little before speaking again, trying to brush off all of those other comments about...scoring babes.]

I haven't introduced myself. My name's Prince Peppermint.

And yours?