#yournamedarling

"Oh, look who finally woke up."

To say that the platypus was making themselves at home would be a well-fitting turn of phrase.

It was a rarity for most to see the platypus without the admittedly extensive morning care routine he took such pride in, but he nary had all of that here of all places. So it was hair down and merely eyeliner today. Starline would have to fret about the rest later. For now? Breakfast.

In nothing but what may or may not have been one of Yunae's shirts and an apron, no less.

One might get ideas of what had happened last night, if it weren't for the fact that surely Yunae remembered how they got there to where Starline had apparently stayed over the night.

CUPID'S ARROWS EVENT || Active !

@yournamedarling sent: "Mr. Rick I need your help there was another Rick in here and he was really scary and he kept asking me questions about other Rick customers and making me uncomfortable and then he put a force field over the bar and he made me sit down and then a police officer got split in half and then I had to give him a really expensive absinthe and then he threatened me and then he probed my brain and my brain hurty and I throwed up." They are still probably feeling the brain probing effects which is causing them to talk in run-on sentences.

Under normal circumstances, Rick would have rolled his eyes at the "Mr" that Yu-nae had used to address him. It might not be as bad as being called "Mr Sanchez", but it still feels ridiculous and just not him. Not to mention that he would have most likely told the bartender to slow down because he was "making no fuckin' sense".

However, these aren't normal circumstances. So, instead of being annoyed or at least confused, the scientist finds himself staring at the other with wide eyes, as if he was seeing them for the first time. And damn if Yu-nae wasn't making a very different impression compared to their actual first meeting.

Had their features always been so charming sharp? Had the bags under their eyes always made those irises stand out like that? And their intriguingly androgynous form...how hadn't he noticed it before?

Well, fuck it. It doesn't matter because he is seeing it now. And this seems like the perfect occasion to do something about it. He can't miss it, now, can he?

"H-Hey, hey, easy, beautiful. L-Let's start with the essential things, shall we?" He starts, almost purring out the words, as if he had been oblivious to the other's distress. "T-There's no 'mister' here, j-juuust Rick."

He leans into the bartender's personal space with his best charming smirk.

"B-But damn, it seems like someone played a f-fucking number on your head. M-Maybe someone should screw it back in place? I-If it wasn't clear, I-I'm volunteering.~"

SEND ➤➖❥ TO HIT MY MUSE WITH A CUPID’S ARROW. THEY’LL END UP FALLING HEAD OVER HEELS FOR THE next PERSON IN THEIR INBOX. || accepting

@yournamedarling sent; ➤➖❥ Rick 137

The tiny arrow stuck itself at the side of Rick's neck. Stinging that spot and causing him to hiss. He didn't think anything of it. For all he knew, it must've been a spider or some other galactic bug that he must have brought back with him. So he swiped at the spot, causing the arrow to fall on the ground, going completely unnoticed.

Random Asks - @yournamedarling mused: "Alfira invited me to duet with her but, y'know. Didn't want to, uh... upstage her, I guess." The faintest hint in their voice suggests that it was an excuse for their stage fright.

Honestly, Eve took a certain pride in seeing the people around her thrive, and so as she watched them, trying to figure out the REAL reason that they weren't over there enjoying themselves. While Eve wasn't proficient with musical instruments, she was fairly successful at the flute and she enjoyed it even when she didn't sound great. At the very least, she was kind of hoping that Yunae would start to enjoy themselves a bit.

@yournamedarling​ inquired: “Cantaloupes taste like they don’t believe in themselves.” (first interactive hey-o!) Text post starters - Accepting

       “I would not know! I have never tried such a beast before!” The prospect of learning, however, was enticing. Enticing enough to make her lean forward, pupils large and round and pushing out the excess edges of her forget-me-not irises, tilting her head just-so, as though by sheer intensity alone she could capture a taste. Though, she was not about to taste on her own. Far from, actually, though this did not diminish the possibility of learning what such a comparison meant. Others’ experiences were still valuable, and she sought value.

Earth diner food was no Shloogorgh's Flavor Monster, but it definitely passed for edible at least, unlike the cafeteria food.

“Hey, who’s the creep?” sipping a sugary soda, her eyes seemed locked on another table, one where a man her waiter had been talking to was seated, not that it was any of her business. Perhaps she even expected her waiter to comiserate with just what a creep he seemed to be. If there was one thing she loved, it was Earth gossip.

“Oh and can I get like, five more of these Vort dogs?”

    Deep within an active egg base, a vent grate is carefully jimmied and popped off of its frame- then gently pulled inside and discarded. 

    Whisper lowers herself through the bend, out the ceiling, and surveys the room. After a moment or two of caution, she lets herself drop down to the floor. Her gaze locks onto a nearby computer terminal, and she immediately jogs over to it- she pulls a device out of her pocket and taps away at it a few times, and starts staring over the terminal. Her facial expression twists to frustration, slightly. Damn egg tech is always so heavily encrypted.