[Where there's a water source with natural life, there's Oscar. Or at the least, his torso; the rest of him (arms and legs and head and all) is submerged, and he won't be surfacing anytime soon. Why? Because he's talking to a fish, and it's best to talk to fish in the water. Overall it's a very awkward position for him, but that's not stopping him from engaging in an earth-shattering discussion with aquatic life.
Or he needs something better to do.]
B:
[Oscar's lost a couple of feathers. While the loss isn't too bad, he's hunkered down to reach over his shoulder and assess the structure in case of unknown injury. Once he deduces that there's no lasting damage to be had, he slumps rather sluggishly against the bench and, with his head rested back, sighs loudly.
He looks about ready to slide off the bench, the way he's going. It feels like he just ran ten miles nonstop.]
C:
[At the grocery store, Oscar stares long and hard at a shelf in one aisle. Eventually, he removes a box of Pocky and peers inside, then procures one stick from the pack.
Why is it so skinny—oh, there goes half of that. He stares dumbly at the tip of his boot where the fallen half of the Pocky lies.
Oscar | Tales of Legendia
[Where there's a water source with natural life, there's Oscar. Or at the least, his torso; the rest of him (arms and legs and head and all) is submerged, and he won't be surfacing anytime soon. Why? Because he's talking to a fish, and it's best to talk to fish in the water. Overall it's a very awkward position for him, but that's not stopping him from engaging in an earth-shattering discussion with aquatic life.
Or he needs something better to do.]
B:
[Oscar's lost a couple of feathers. While the loss isn't too bad, he's hunkered down to reach over his shoulder and assess the structure in case of unknown injury. Once he deduces that there's no lasting damage to be had, he slumps rather sluggishly against the bench and, with his head rested back, sighs loudly.
He looks about ready to slide off the bench, the way he's going. It feels like he just ran ten miles nonstop.]
C:
[At the grocery store, Oscar stares long and hard at a shelf in one aisle. Eventually, he removes a box of Pocky and peers inside, then procures one stick from the pack.
Why is it so skinny—oh, there goes half of that. He stares dumbly at the tip of his boot where the fallen half of the Pocky lies.
Oh . . . ]