#ic: action!

[deadbirdtyton]

CRACK!

@vcn-vet​

The crash of thunder from the surface boomed through the nearly vacant spaces in the underground. Only one took up residence there, the other having merely lingered after most had left; it was a weekday the next day, after all.

“Ah... That’s monsoon season fer ya, huh? Sorry... Ya might be stuck down here for a li’l. Can I getcha somethin’ else while ya wait?”

[titanictytonidae-moved]

@mamafoxygoesyoohoo​

continued from here: [x]

Wow, this lady was polite... He already invited her to sit down, but asking for confirmation again? That’s real nice. Wasn’t really expecting that sorta thing.

“...Y-yeah. Go ahead.”

Stiff as a board, the avian gentleman sitting in the seat scooted over in his seat, in order to give the woman some room. Wow... How long as it been since he’s shared a seat with someone on here? Hmmm...

A cough. A shuffle.

...Okay, alright! It’s time to say something!

The larger man turns stiffly to the vixen.

“Stan. Nice to meetcha. You headed to the studios, eh? First time?”

[deadbirdtyton]

“...Yup, that’s enough dating apps for one lifetime. Who would’ve guessed sewer dwellers weren’t exactly hot commodities? Aaaand delete.”

[deadbirdtyton]

@bassdropswingin from here.

ALRIGHT, TIME TO CHOOSE A PLACE TO LOOK. Eyes!? NO, IT’S TOO RISKY. He opts to awkwardly cover his eyes after handing her his jacket.

“O-KAY! Okay, let’s, uh. Getcha covered up FIRST, but... Then I wanna know why yer lightin’ up like yer part of the Grand Qwasa-!!”

[deadbirdtyton]

@djverbose explained:

“I would like to say that there’s something in the water here in Vinyl City… But I think even that is a stretch. I know sweaters tend to be a staple of wardrobes… I just never thought they could be so….risque. Tell me, how versed are you in fashion?”

“I-I’ll be th’first to admit, ain’t much well-versed in th'typical trends...”

He gestures to his black leather pants, emblazoned with the flames of a Hot Rod paired with an orange blazer.

“Punk’s all about breakin’ the norm. But still...”

His face flushed a deep red, looking once again at the sweater-based shenanigans unfolding.

“Ain’t leavin’ much t’the imagination there, are they? I mean, not that they’re lookin’ BAD, but... Bold. Right? Bold.”

[deadbirdtyton]

“Not even the Navy can stop the ‘wrath’ of a lovin’ Emma Rockwell.”

[deadbirdtyton]

A lone man sits with his bass. Is he slurring his words a bit?

“DK West, DK West, he’s a man, he’s the West...”

[deadbirdtyton]

@metroseamstress​: [x]

She squeals!!!! (With delight, of course!)

“It totally SLAYS, right?! Mama got it for me for my birthday ! ! it’s like, the MOST PERFECT thing ever, in the WHOLE ENTIRE UNIVERSE!!!”

Though he’s of course concerned about her safety, the immediate sight of the little girl’s huge grin as she proudly touted her instrument took complete precedent.

“Heheh! Yer momma seems like a great woman fer sure. What’s yer name, little lady? And if ya don’t mind me askin’, where is yer momma? ‘M surprised ya knew where t’go fer talks about Rock N’ Roll. Aunty’s doesn’t really fit that vibe, I wouldn’t think.” 

[deadbirdtyton]

“I don’t remember that bein’ part of the conversation at the bar a few nights back.”

[deadbirdtyton]

You ever just have a pretty good day but you end up feeling like hell for no reason? That’s right now.

He’s just going to strum around on his bass. Probably just ungrateful or something.

[deadbirdtyton]

Send 👕✍ for me to draw my muse in your muse's outfit!

@darkwaved:

👕✍️!

[deadbirdtyton]

Anonymous:

*hands him a TOTALLY LEGIT 100% NOT FAKE IDK WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT coupon for two (2) free DJSS tiddie squishes*

“Feller, I may be a damned fool, but I ain’t that desperate-”

[deadbirdtyton]

“That was once. ONCE!”

“...Shit, she still remembers that?”

At least that’s a yes, huh?

[deadbirdtyton]

“...Maybe I oughta redownload those datin’ apps...”

[titanictytonidae-moved]

@amcng-the-stars​​: 

“Perhaps. It depends what a tall, handsome owl like you can do for a new little peacock like myself, hm?~”

Although the compliments weren’t at all misconstrued, Stan found himself at a bit of a loss with the rest of the unknown peacock’s request... The sheer density of the man is a bit painful.

“Well, gee, feller, I ain’t actually sure. It’s just that I ain’t never seen a new feller like yerself back here before. Maybe I could help take ya someplace yer lookin’ for if yer lost?”

[deadbirdtyton]

Merry Squidmas! Blue got has gotten Tyton a large bear plush that has a tiny head. It seemed like a good idea for a gift to her.

The man takes a few moments to stare down the absolute Unit in his PO box, having sat there for over a month. From Blue, that Inkling he'd met a couple of times here and there.

For a moment, he sinks into the plastic gaze of his companion...

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It now sits on a place of honor in a broken seat behind the counter at the Ring of Fire.