#kay...

WINGDINGS

Jealousy is... not often present upon him. It's a filling feeling that has nothing to do with the man– for the most part. This situation, though, was enough to make his imaginative blood boil though, because for once, when he finally has someone to call his own, some lowlife wants to snatch you away. Pathetic, honestly. He sits in his seat, watching from across the laboratory as the lab's delivery boy attempted winning you over with his cheap pick-up lines. It was entertaining to say the least. Poor lad had no idea that your soul was intertwined with his, but that's the mindset that both humans and monsters share— If you look available, you'll be preyed upon. He usually wouldn't be as upset as he already is, but watching you try to deny the other over and over– It was just pathetic how hard he was trying. He rose from his seat, his heels clicking as he strode over to where the of you stood. Wings instantly noticed the puff of his long tail and the sharpening of those feline pupils when his hand found your shoulder. He was a towering man to begin with, but the pure negativity that was radiating off of the man was enough to make a baby cry. A growl nearly exited his throat if he didn't keep himself in check, his voice dripping with disdain: "Can I help you? " It was funny to see how the cat monster attempted to flake, his ears pinning nervously... but instead of just apologizing and giving up, his flirts were redirected towards HIM of all people. Wingdings couldn't help the warmth that shot to his cheeks, but also the grimace of disgust that carved onto his face. You couldn't help but let a giggle escape from yourself, feeling pity for the cat and for your bewildered lover. The look of shared uneasiness between the two men was ridiculous. The doctor very quickly grasped you by the shoulders and dragged you away from the other. Nope nope nopenopenopenope— Stay far away from him.

BEACON

An absolute dork of a man, yet so easily flustered. Sometimes in a ha-ha way, other times, fuming. This time? He was shaking with rage. This idiot of a human decided to bother you RIGHT in front of him? Where does one even get the gall to do something like this? Then the flirting happened. Complimenting you on your eyes, telling you how pretty your lips were, how well-dressed you were— He wanted to yell of the other to get away from you... that was until all affections were turned onto him. Very quickly. Too quickly for his liking. S/O- Help- He looks down at you and finds you struggling to hold in a giggle. WHY are you so evil towards him? You find entertainment in his disamusement, don't you. No question mark because that's a statement. You do. He's funny to watch turn yellow and eyelights struggle to not turn fuzzy. He IS NOT interested human, LEAVE HIM ALONE. He tugs at the fibers of his sweater-vest, the pattern of the gray star being stretched from his nervous fidgeting. Okay, S/O, please rescue your tall skeleton, he looks ill.

ASTER