#themustachemenace

✑ @themustachemenace​ called out:

"Oi, Kid!! What do you think you're doin' out!? Don't you know where you are?"

    WAY TO MAKE a situation more complicated. Parker barely has the time to process what’s going on before an all too familiar voice calls out to him. He doesn’t really respond right away, casting a startled glance Mu’s way before replacing his hat and slowly standing up.

❝Hnn... I guess I’m changing species. I kinda wish I didn’t have’ta be high up when they did it.❞

⌛ ╢ @themustachemenace​ ║ sent:

Something sweet seems to be brewing in the kitchen, judging by the smell!

    FUNNY, ALMOST, HOW used Tsii was to smelling unfamiliar things from her kitchen at this point. Between Cookie coming aboard from time to time, and the ( thankfully long passed ) condition the room had been in before, it’s almost become normalized.

    Almost. Regardless of if she thinks much of it or not, the little alien finds herself drawn in all the same, peeking quietly into the kitchen to observe her roomate at work before speaking up.

"Huh. So there ARE human kids around--Wait, did that tail just move?"

“eep--!!”

“Um --!” The girl seemed startled and unsure of how to parse this particular interaction- She’s only ever interacted with the cats in the Metro! “D - d’uh. Uh. M- Mmmm.” Words. Words!!!! Words!!

“Eep--!”

They scramble to catch the flask that had been startled right out of their hands, followed by a few comical seconds of fumbling before it’s safely clutched between their hands.

Oh, he’s flattered!!~ He’s so happy, proud even, the rushing hiss of his tail raising to a half-fanned state almost outweighs his hearty laugh!

“I try my best, but I do look good in almost anything! I can only thank my muted colors, hm?”

⋆★ @themustachemenace​ asked:

"Uh, Groovy-Grooves? ...Do I get bird protective benefits automatically now?"

    THE QUESTION ALONE is enough to throw the DJ for a loop, much less the sight that greets him when he looks over his shoulder to regard the girl. While his shades do wonders in hiding the widening of his eyes, the sudden tightening of his grip on his clipboard is less concealable.

    ... Still, he can’t afford to lose his composure! Carefully, the clipboard is set down and the penguin turns to regard the bird-turned-human properly.

“EXCUSE ME? How did YOU score better than me? I call shenanigans!”

      “It’s because folks like me more than they like you!”