WELCOME TO MORALTON!

Greg seems to be confused given his bushy brows go up in response. "How come? Is pet-play not toys for your pets?" Granted, he had called them his children and it was correct in a sense. Still though, the earlier mutations of his common Gellies were often comparable to that of a highly intelligent animal. Regardless, he'll just choose to ignore this whole debacle. He doesn't want any incident on his hands after all!

The alien scientist would observe curiously at the display of items as he made his way over. One in particular seemed to grab his attention, a fidget spinner. A small chuckle would emerge as he picked it up and observed. "My my, this looks awfully similar to an invention of mine! I call it the Instant-Goo-Bubbler or the IGB for short. I think I might have it in my lab coat actually." He opens it up just enough to indeed take it out and show with pride. It does look quite similar with the only difference being the holes have some sort of stationary orb within them and a clear button for activation in the middle.

"Its design was meant to slow down any opponents with sticky goo. Impressive, no?" Just as he's about to place it right back in where it came from, an unfortunate passing customer accidentally nudged him which caused him to drop said invention right onto the floor. Eyes widened as a little beep was heard. His gaze looks up to Stephanie, panicked.

[At this point, she was wondering if his confusion was genuine or still part of the act. He'd been playing this part like a LARPer or a theater kid who had a ton of improv experience. Then again, this could be somebody who'd never had a sexual encounter...that would make sense, given his "occupation." But what about those kids? Were they adopted, maybe?]

[...Eh, she didn't need to know. Sometimes it was better that way. For now, she'd just treat his ignorance like it was genuine.]

❝ No, uh...it's a little complicated. What do you know about kinks? ❞ [There was no judgment in her voice; she'd turned into a weird sex ed teacher because of her job. Almost all of her Moralton customers were hopeless when it came to exploring sex.]

[The scientist's attention was now drawn to the impulse section, a classic spot for parents to find something that would appease their children. He eventually landed on a fidget spinner. Those things really were becoming all the rage these days...good thing she'd stocked up while they were still cheap.]

[Instead of asking to purchase it or how to use it ( yes, that had been a question before ), he compared it to one of his own inventions. So he was either a small-time inventor or it was part of the cosplay...that lab coat made a lot more sense now. From the cartoonish description he gave, she expected that it was just a prop. Stephanie played along, nodding and "huh"ing when appropriate.]

[Then he unveiled his invention, the Instant-Goo-Bubbler, which...did indeed resemble a fidget spinner. She took a moment to analyze the prop and determine what supplies he might have used ( out of personal curiosity ). There were orbs where the holes would normally be, and the middle had become an activation button. She wondered if she could actually press it and if it would make a noise. That would have to come later, though. Maybe when he was out of character.]

❝ Neat. ❞ [It wasn't the most impressive thing in the world, but it was a fun, silly prop. She always admired the creativity of cosplayers and LARPers.] ❝ So what did you use for- ❞

[Stephanie was interrupted by the presence of a new customer -- no, not new. Danielle stopped by so often that she actually bothered to greet him.] ❝ Oh. Hey, Danielle. Go ahead and take a look around. Give me a shout if you need me. ❞

[When Danielle turned to wave at her, he nudged the scientist just enough for him to lose his grip. She heard the distinct press of the prop's button as it hit the ground, but found herself a little disappointed when the only noise it made was a "beep." Everyone in the store stood still...aside from the cosplayer, who made a beeline for the door while chanting "run!"]

[Stephanie and Danielle shot each other a questioning look. Just as she was about to kneel down to pick it up, she saw the bubbles of goo expand. She hurriedly backed up, and matching the cosplayer's panic, she yelled for Danielle to run, too.]

[Both of them shot out of the door, then watched the glue trap engulf the entryway. She shot the scientist a cold look; if her merchandise got ruined, then he'd be paying for it.]

His head tilts at the response. Pet-play? A gloved hand travels to his small goatee and twiddles it as he ponders to himself. He could probably spend the money to get some toys for his beloved creations, no? Plus, it would give him the chance to see what kind of fun toys the earthnoids made for their beloved pets! It was a win-win!

"I wouldn't mind seeing your toys for pets. Though, technically speaking they're more so for my children in a sense. But some are more...less developed than others. They will appreciate the physical distractions due to their simple-minded brains."

[The poor guy deflated when she didn't understand his question ( impressively so -- she'd never seen prosthetic ears move like that ). She offered a sympathetic smile, knowing that he'd probably gotten a little too in-character without realizing it.] ❝ Hey, it's alright. Let me give you a free piece of advice: try to keep your sentences...simple, at least with normies like me. Cosplayers and LARPers can understand sentences like that easily; I'm just not as experienced, y'know? ❞

[He seemed to take her advice on simple sentence structure, thankfully. When he spoke of who would be receiving those "pet-play" toys, she visibly cringed. They were for children? God, she hoped that there was some sort of miscommunication here. If his goal was to get toys for some "simple-minded" children, then she'd really have to switch gears.]

❝ Oh -- uh...they're for your kids? ❞ [She awkwardly rubbed the back of her head, trying not to grimace.] ❝ Then, yeah...let's avoid the pet-play section. But hey, I do have some stuff for kids. We can start there. ❞

[She maneuvered out of the counter, gesturing for the scientist to follow her. Up close, she could see the staples holding his lab coat together...yeah, her store was just "expansive" enough to help him out. Since she owned this place, she had free reign over the merchandise she carried, and she knew for a fact that she had some leftover Halloween costumes that she could Frankenstein together.]

❝ That's one of the few joys of running your own store. I'm pretty sure I've got you covered. ❞

[Stephanie guided him to the fixtures closest to the door; she had a couple of stands with toys and t-shirts from cartoons, including the ones made purely for religious propaganda. If she wanted to stay in business, she'd have to cater to the folks in Moralton somehow. Aside from those, she had items from the "impulse" section of her store; among other things, the shelves held little knickknacks that any kid might be interested in. Things like fidget toys, collectible keychains, squish-balls, and candy. Her store wasn't made for kids, but there were people who'd drag their kids in here anyway. She'd rather cater to the kids than watch them blindly play in the adult section of her store.]

"Cosplay?" Pointed ears went up before the alien scientist slowly nodded his head. "Yes. That's what I am! I'm certainly not an alien seeking to understand this primitive but fascinating planet. I am what you would call a cosplay!" What in the world was a cosplay?!

❝ Uh huh. ❞ [Stephanie held back a laugh. She wasn't judging him, of course -- that part would come if he dared to wander past her shop and into bible thumper territory -- she just found it kind of endearing when cosplayers got so into their roles.]

[Speaking of which; she raised an eyebrow as he tried to ask for guidance to...something. He'd really mastered the speech pattern of an extraterrestrial, but if he needed help, he should really have dropped the act. At least he had the decency to ask if she needed a translation.]

❝ Uh...no. I didn't get any of that. ❞ [She crossed her arms and, once again, tried to piece that incoherent string of words together. "Common earthnoid pet shop" was about the only thing she understood. Her store was far from common, but she did have a few products for really kinky people that might qualify as "pet-related."] ❝ I mean, if you need some stuff for pet-play, I could help with that. I've even got some accessories that'd add to your costume. ❞

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₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of character analysis/headcanon questions to learn more about your character and your partners'! writing/headcanon prompts requested by anonymous. feel free to edit these as you see fit.

Disclaimer: Some quotes come from a dnd game me & my friends are in!

"This may be my most controversial question..."

"I have a question about your choices."

"I don't know what you have, but whatever you have, you have it intensely."

"This shit is very fucked up."

"It's okay to admit to me that you were embellishing the story."

"I don't know what to say."

"Why are you hanging out of a car?"

"That's how you lose your fingers."

"I would like you to remain having all of your fingers."

"The posts you make on social media give me chest pain."

"Has [ name ] come to see you yet?"

"Stroke stroke or heat stroke? There's a difference."

"You are very excited about your tattoo."

"How many small tattoos do you have to have to be able to say you're tatted?"

"What kind of stab wound do you have?"

"I don't think you're supposed to superglue a stab wound..."

"I have a few hot takes but you won't understand them because you don't read books."

"Where are you doing this and how?"

"You confuse me."

"Sometimes I think you make up words."

"I don't think I've ever seen you use their, there, and they're correctly."

"There are occasions when you are not stupid."

"You could be less stupid with practice. I believe in you."

"Have you been up to anything else recently?"

"You can tell me, I won't tell anybody."

"Do you know what a 'crash out' is? I'm having one right now."

"Why would I have any reason to know that?"

"I swear to fuck it exists!"

"I swear to god I'm not making this up."

it's actually criminal that nobody has done this before. feel free to change as needed!

❝ If you don't like it, you can kiss my buns. ❞

❝ Oh, he looks all pissed off 'cause his hat's still gone. ❞

❝ Good, I'm glad he's pissed. ❞

❝ I hope he crashes into that wall. ❞

❝ Oh shit, he crashed! ❞

❝ Wow! They look like a happy couple. ❞

❝ She's not happy with his driving, I'll tell you that. ❞

❝ Oh, he's on fire, he looks like he's hurting. ❞

❝ What a horrible occurrence that just happened! ❞

❝ What the fuck? ❞

❝ He's gonna come back like Michael Myers. ❞

❝ I can't really tell what it is, but it went by real quick. ❞

❝ Why did you run from me? ❞

❝ I...I didn't know how to tell you, but...we have a son now. ❞

❝ Wait -- I'm so confused... ❞

❝ Hello, [name]. I'm your father, [name]. ❞

❝ Why did you try to shoot me and leave me for dead? ❞

❝ That wasn't me. ❞

❝ It's me, [name], your evil twin sister. ❞

❝ I won't have you two together. You know I love [name]. ❞

❝ Now it's time to die. Mount your crab. ❞

❝ [Name], step aside! ❞

❝ Do you remember where we were? ❞

❝ Who are you? ❞

❝ Nice to meet you. I love you. ❞

❝ Promise you'll never shoot me, [name]. ❞

❝ Let's cover ourselves in mustard and get craaazy! ❞

❝ I hope you never get eaten on the Fourth of July like my parents. ❞

❝ Your words are making me happy, so I am smiling. ❞

❝ Always love each other, no matter where your paths take you. ❞

❝ We are siblings, but also best friends. ❞

❝ Why would we ever fight? ❞

❝ I have seen it in my special dreams. ❞

❝ Let's go eat the rest of Amelia Earheart for dinner. ❞

❝ My funding...my precious funding... ❞

❝ It's all over now. I suppose I'll let myself rot. ❞

❝ I'm in urgent need of your services. ❞

❝ What a shame...I was so close. ❞

❝ That's a good hashtag. ❞

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