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

[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.