*Smells like burnt chicken…

Some people are afraid to say no or are afraid that you will get mad at them! This is to say that you would prefer people politely tell you NO if they don't want to do something!

Don't know how to say no? Here are some ways that shouldn't hurt anyone's feelings:

I'm not really feeling that idea, but maybe we could do (blank) instead

Maybe another time / not right now / I don't have the bandwidth for that kind of plot right now / that's not the type of thing I was really looking for but I'd love to do something else / I'm not currently looking for more threads / It's better for me if we just focus on what we have for now / hmmm what if we did (blank) instead / maybe another time!

Not everyone in the rpc is a shipper or their muses are on the Aro/Ace spectrum ; I observe there are some muns (especialy eith female or female presenting muses) may feel intimidated by the idea that they need to engage in shipping to get interactions

Conclusion to our thread [HERE]

Muses featured: Berdly ( @inquireanerdyberd ), Sans ( @baymaxmuses ), Marsha ( @dcmonfamiiily ), Ralsei, Vessel, Marsh & Clover ( @savefiled ), Kris, Dess, Chara, Susie & Frisk (That's me)

Trigger warnings for violence, and injury

"As much as I love my family grand isn't the word I would use if I'm being honest. Namely with Aqua for obvious reasons." Seth knew Aqua was excitable and in her own way wanted to help, though it always came off as pure chaos. "The small tornado was an excellent idea, had it not been for the magic paper windmills that amplify wind magic. I did suggest to Verene that perhaps they weren't the best idea, but I also could see how they fit aesthetically." And they weren't lying as they did bring up the concern, but was convinced.

Though Seth thought for a moment, and didn't recall hearing Berdly request for aid. Though it was swiftly dashed away as they could've easily missed it due to the sudden loudish winds building up. "Verene does have good hearing. They're also pretty fast, most likely an extra perk of all the dance classes they've taken." Verene was certainly in tip top shape. Yet Berdly was right, best to shift away since the chaos was prevented.

Berdly approaches the large green chef, bowing before them in dramatic greeting. He opens his beak to begin his spiel when the soft tapping of something wooden drew his attention. Eyes land upon the sign. Ah. They're mute.

*No trouble at all, fair pâtissier! My comprehension abilities are second to none in the art of understanding those of few words.

*Are these for us? My, you're too kind!

Though lacking any decor, the craftsmanship of the cake was nothing short of incredible. He couldn't quite put a finger on it, but were he a more impatient little bluebird, he wouldn't waste a second to tuck into it on the spot. But he knew better. Taking a plate, he was quick to return to his seat. Was the tea really still warm after all this time?

Hunger gnaws at his empty stomach and it's not long until he takes the first bite. He sits in stunned silence, fork dangling from his beak.

*Oh sweet Lady of Justice, this cannot be!

Now, they could ask Berdly to come over like a normal person. But, since when was Kris ever normal. They liked to scare others. So falling back into old habits was hardly something out of the ordinary.

Besides, they had done this to him before and it was alright.

"Kidnapping...you again..."

Before he can make demands, the human answered every question that could be asked in a single sentence. Berdly may struggle with tone under most circumstances, but even he understood their motives with the blatant villainy.

“  i'm  fine,  ”  she  lies,  as  steadfast  as  anything.  going  to  twist  that  imaginary  ring  around  her  finger  again.  “  i'm  more  worried  about  you,  berdly.  ”

a  long  pause.  swallowing,  she  takes  up  a  familiar  post,  pulling  a  chair  to  his  bedside  and  sitting  down.  closer  to  him,  the  air  seems  to  drop  a  few  degrees.  guilt  churns  in  her  stomach.  seeing  him  like  this,  it's  so  .  .  .  surreal.  it's  berdly.  he's  never  been  so  unwell  before.  she's  seen  him  with  your  everyday  cold,  but  this  is  something  much  colder.  this  is  something  she  did  to  him.

“  i'm  sorry,  ”  she  says,  because  they  must  be  past  the  point  of  lying  to  themselves.  “  i'm  so  sorry,  berdly,  i  don't-  i  didn't  know  i-  you  were  just  trying  to  protect  me,  but  .  .  .  ”

her  gaze  shifts  away.  “  .  .  .  i  guess  i  can  protect  myself.  ”

she  should  feel  guiltier.  she's  pretty  sure  she  should  feel  worse  about  this.  not  to  say  the  guilt  doesn't  weigh  down  her  SOUL  and  drag  her  every  step,  but  she  thinks  maybe  she  should  be  inconsolable,  actually,  instead  of  just  horrifically  numb  when  she's  not  speaking  to  him  directly.  she  shivers,  leaning  in  a  little  closer.

He opens his eyes and turns to gaze upon his visitor. Tears prickled upon seeing her face, relieved to know she's safe. A smile cracks upon his frost-tipped beak and a tear falls as a crystal of ice. She's so close, he wants to reach out to touch, but his arms remain in place. All he could muster was a twitch of a finger. His expression falls. Why wasn't he strong enough...?

*P... please d-don't... apologize... K... Kris, they...

Noelle... Berdly recalled the avalanche of snow so vividly, but before the sheet of white... she was there, hovering above like an angel of death.

*I-I know... you'd never... This was... my f-fault.

Berdly is grabbed and then yoinked, not forcefully or painfully, but it's firm. It wouldn't be the first time that Undyne forgot her own strength, but she's still at least somewhat keeping it in mind when dealing with the teenager. The two are simply dragged off somewhere private.

"Berdly. Dude." The eyepatch is new, but it's not a mystery where she got it from and honestly it's getting to her anytime someone notices but it's really just background noise as she's trying to figure something out. "Do you know something?"

She's not meant to be working, really, ever since her hospital visit she's been told to rest and take care of herself but she really can't as she needs clear answers.

*By the Goddess of Justice, Officer! You nearly dislocated my poor shoulder!

The thought of losing his other arm so soon sent a shiver down his spine, but he couldn't dwell on the ramifications of Undyne's strength before she started asking questions. No... she had every right to be concerned-- put into a similar position of his own, if he recalls correctly. Waking up from what seemed like a nightmare to the loss of a body part: her eye, in this case.

Recovering from the sudden bout of fear, Berdly nibbles at his wing to both preen and check on himself. He could still move his arm. That's good. He eyes up at the Officer, letting her know he's listening with rapt attention.

Seth knew actually chasing Aqua was a pointless endeavor as she was the most nimble and slippery out of all of them, though rational thought tends to go out the window when they're annoyed or stressed. Though they turned hearing Berdly speak of a plan. Of course someone has smart as him would come up with a plan since he has the brain of a true intellectual and- "Wait don-" Too late as the small tornado started, and starts making the small aper windmills in the cafe spin making more win. They knew the wind generating windmills were a bad idea, but they were so aesthetical pleasing.

Thankfully some help had arrived, Verene gracefully spinning in the opposite way, and some how managing to cancel out the winds completely. "My oh my, that was certainly a close call. My lovely cafe was nearly brought to chaos. Though I hold no hard feelings, for youthful energy is always welcomed," he said, then effortlessly caught Aqua as she jumped over him. "Forgive my intrusion, I had simply forgotten some material for my book club. I wont' be but a moment. Though please, have some cake, on the house. Simply talk to Farid." He motioned to the individual behind the counter. The question was had they been there the whole time or just showed up.

"Cake! Cake! Cake!" Aqua began chanting loudly, even as Verene grabbed some books and headed up a set of stairs. The chanting finally stopped when a door was heard closing.

Practically blending in with the environment sat several tiny windmills atop the shelves. All seemed harmless at a glance, but when Berdly's little spell sailed past the child, a light breeze began to brew. Then it grew, and grew. But before a full-blown hurricane could scatter the pages, a new face floated in to stop the gust with their dance.

The boy stood speechless. Just who were these people? A flighty cyan girl, an elegant royal blue ballerina, his dear violet admirer, and now-- as if on command, when the owner spoke their name, a large green brick of a chef stood behind the counter with a warm smile. Goodness! Even with the blue pair gone, he still had people to impress! Seth most of all!

*'Tis of no concern, fellow connoisseur of the smart. I did not realize how grand your family is!

*Of course, my grand scheme worked like a charm! I knew our best strategy was to call upon the aid of the proprietor of this place.

*Now!

He interjects, waiting for no room to question his 'plan,'

"I...can't say that I have..."

The corner of their mouth twitches down, shoulders tensing as they start grabbing the ends of their hair. "Thats...thats not nice to say a-about Kris..." Though for some reason it stung a little for them too.

*Why, I'm shocked! I thought my meaning was quite clear.

Though an inherently condescending statement, the boy seemed genuinely surprised.