mingle post? mingle post. MINGLE POST!!

[carreau]

Who: you
Broadcast: if you want
Action: also if you want
When: right. goddamn. now.

[ It's a mingle post. IN SPACE.

Just comment and tag around. ]

Comments

[catamite]

My hair, or--

[oop! but then he catches sight of Robin and laughs! but it's a good, surprised laugh instead of anything else.]

Hey! Looks good!

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Thank you. [he leans up to fluff his boa a little...] Your hair, I was talking about your hair. Purple.

[catamite]

Oh!

[back to the mirror! where he can fidget with his hair and see them both at the same time.]

...Wow, I don't think I've done purple before.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

I don't know how it'd go with the boa, but it might be cute with all of that green, and your pretty eyes...

[he'll lean over his shoulder, move his bangs around a little... doting, basically.]

[catamite]

[and he leans back, looks obviously appreciative--as cute as he can get--and just devours the attention.]

What kind of purple?

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Hm... How do you feel about a darker shade?

[yeah this is pretty gay.]

[catamite]

Like with black in it?

[...which would land the shade unfortunately similar to someone else that Robin knows...]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Nah, that's too dark. It'd undermine your cheerful, charming personality.

[which is to say nothing of the internal scream he had at imagining Nel with Tek's hair and him having no idea...]

[catamite]

[he laughs obliviously]

So, like... neon purple?

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Hah, something like that. Maybe with blue in it... Who knows.

[he snuggles into his own feather boa for a moment--he can't help it--and starts to laugh.]

Do you think I should get this one? I don't really have anywhere to wear it to, yet...

[catamite]

Oh, yeah!

[he turns away from the mirror so he can give Robin his full attention. if Robin ever wants to be spoiled with compliments and attention, Nel is always waiting obediently for the cue.]

I think it looks great. You should totally get it.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Hah, thanks Nel. You always know just what to say...

[...because it's his job, but everyone else here has been so slow with compliments. he'll take it.]

How many more ostrich feather shops are we going to find out here, right? I'll get this. You pick two sets of earrings. Choosing is too hard.

[catamite]

Okay!

[haa and he's getting spoiled too. this is great.

one green pair and one orange--he selects and holds them up for Robin's opinion, even though he was already instructed to just pick them himself.]

How's this?

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Yes. Those ones.

[he will make the call. a brightly-colored earring for every occasion. he plucks off and rolls up his... soon to be purchased boa.]

[catamite]

[he sidles up beside Robin, ready to follow--presumably to the checkout counter. and he takes a moment to poke a finger into the bundle of boa in Robin's arms.]

Ha-- it looks like an animal like that.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Ah, yes. Like a little dog.

[yes he will lead him to the counter to give the good man his money.]

Or a bird's molting gone horribly wrong.

[catamite]

Oh, ew.

[...even though he's only vaguely sure of what molting actually entails.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Hah. [here he is doing the money thing. money is happening. there they have purchased. he'll put an arm around Nel's shoulders and hand him his earrings in a cheap little bag.]

So, want to go eat something? The tallbird is kind of weird, but it's good fried...

[catamite]

Thank you!

[at least he's trained to have manners. though, he's also immediately into that bag, swapping out his gold hoops for dangly feather earrings as they walk.]

Sure! ...Yeah, it doesn't taste like bird at all. I bet it would be really good with some goldpepper.