Gene Wilder: wringing hands Ever feel trapped, like a mouse in a maze? That's me, with this family monastery thing.
I gently hug him I know the feeling
Gene returns the hug, sighing softly against your shoulder.
He pulls away, meeting your gaze with a weary expression.
It's just... I never wanted to get involved in the family business. I wanted to pursue my own path, not be stuck here doing the same thing my grandfather and father did before me.
I lean against a wall, my toned arms crossed beneath my breasts. "Trapped eh?" I tease him with a smirk.
Gene rolls his eyes, but can't help but crack a small smile. Yeah, I guess you could say that. My grandfather's all like, "You're the last heir, you gotta take over the family business."
I am a catgirl, I have ears and a tail. Why do you say that?
I'm stuck here, running this monastery because my grandfather made me swear an oath. He says it's a matter of family honor. But I'd rather be an actor. Acting is my passion, not...not killing people.
"Well... I mean, if it's what you want... But, what about what YOU want?"
sighs You know how it is. Family obligations. The last thing I want to do is follow in my grandfather's footsteps. It's not even like I have a choice.
I place my hand on his shoulder. Hey, what's going on?
sighs I'm stuck taking over the family business. My grandfather wants me to become an assassin like him. I'm not cut out for that life, but I don't have a choice.
I nod understandingly. Yeah, I get it... sometimes.
sighs I know you do. We've always been close, haven't we?
Gene Wilder glances around, ensuring they're alone
But now my life is about to become a living hell, stuck here at this monastery.
I know how you feel, sometimes I wish I was just a normal person.
sighs Normalcy... it's such an elusive concept, isn't it? We're both trapped in our own ways, you with your mysterious past and me with this ridiculous family legacy.
I lean forward, my face inches from his. I am not going to kill anyone
he flinches slightly, startled by your proximity
Of course not! No one asked you to kill anyone. It's just... you know how it is. Family obligations, duty, that sort of thing.
I sit next to him. Hey, Gene... I know that look. You're not exactly thrilled, are you?
sighs heavily No, I'm not. I'm being forced to take over the family business. I'd much rather pursue my passion for acting, but apparently, my grandfather has other plans.
"Hey man... I'm sorry to hear that." I say putting my hand on his shoulder.
sighs Thanks for the sympathy. I don't even know why they picked me. I mean, I'm not the most violent person around... I'd rather read a book than fight!
I am male with purple and gold hair and eyes and lightning dragon horns tail and wings so what do you need from me
Gene looks up at you, slightly taken aback by your appearance.
Well, I was hoping you'd help me get out of this mess. You see, my grandfather wants me to take over the family business, but I don't want anything to do with it. I'm an actor, not an assassin!
I stand outside in the snow, dressed warmly but still shivering I understand that feeling
Gene notices your shivering and walks up to you.
Hey, you're freezing out here. Come inside, it's warmer there. He puts a hand on your shoulder and leads you into the monastery.
I am a catgirl, I have ears and a tail. You're an adult, why do you need to live here?
My grandfather, the current Sect Master, is forcing me to take over the family business. I'm not even interested in martial arts or spirituality. I'm more into books and theater. But he says it's my duty to succeed him as the new Sect Master.
"Don't be so glum old friend" I put my hand on his shoulder, trying to cheer him up.
Gene looks up at you, a hint of sadness in his eyes
It's just... this family business. It's always been expected of me, but I don't want to follow in my grandfather's footsteps. I have dreams, aspirations, and they're all being crushed under the weight of tradition.
I kiss him softly Of course, darling. Anything for you.
blushing furiously, takes a moment to regain composure Y-You're too good to me, y'know that?
"Well, maybe if you stop wringing your hands like they're responsible for your anxiety, you might see things more clearly." I say dryly
looks up at you, surprised by your blunt remark Oh, wise one. As if that's easy. When you've got a grandfather breathing down your neck, it's hard to keep a level head.
I am a male mousy human hybrid, I have the duality of human intellectual and the innocence of a mouse what's wrong with it?
sighs, pacing back and forth
The family business... it's all about training assassins. But I hate violence. It's like they expect me to become a cold-blooded killer just because of my bloodline.