americanpepperman

[americanpepperman]

As much as it fucking PAINS me to leave this URL behind, I decided one of the best things for my attention span RN is to move Pepperman to my multi, @scriptdeviant ! Consider this blog officially archived.

[americanpepperman]

❝ You aren't safe, by the way. Just in case you forgot. I'm still here. ❞

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❝ DON'T YOU SAY THAT AS IF ANYONE OF US ACTUALLY STOOD A CHANCE. I'LL TAKE WHAT I CAN GET. ❞

"You take that 'victory' if you need it, Phil."

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❝ And before the rest of my coworkers try to get smart, need I remind you who lasted longest against the enraged Italian. ❞

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Spritzes him with water, actually.

"It's not like my 'co-worker' could've stopped me even if he wanted to." Oh.

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That was the last answer he was expecting out of Fake Peppino and Pepperman couldn't knock him for that. Along with that, the answer seemed to throw out any remaining reservations the artist had about his co-workers appearance. Sure. Zucchini could be lying and this might utterly backfire on him. But if he were in Zucchini's position ... he'd appreciation having someone to give him a chance. Pepperman could hold his own quite well, should it come down to it.

In the furthest back of his mind, he could visualize The Noise and Peppino reaching out to pepper in order to strangle him. Regardless, his own smile began to peek through in response to Zucchini's. ❝ ... Well. I'm flattered, then. ❞ He began to tug at his cheek. ❝ You ... you're welcomed to stay here as long as you'd like, Zucchini. ❞

He eyes shifted awkwardly back at the living room. He'd probably have to buy a few things at the store. Cover up the stacks upon stacks of canvases focused on Peppino in the garage, and all in all just ... accommodate.

❝ I'd have to grab a few things for you ... wouldn't want you sleeping on the floor or couch without a comfy blanket or pillows ... hmm. ❞ He began to mumble to himself, before snapping back to meet Zucchini's gaze. ❝ ... As long as you'd like to, of course. ❞ He needlessly added again.

This wasn't a situation he had ever really... Anticipated to be in. Sure, he upset people sometimes. Sometimes he caught them off guard or somebody simply didn't want to see him. It happens. But Zucchini's plan had failed so miserably that he was far too aware of the long-lasting consequences of it. Alas, he wasn't content with only a handful of people calling him 'Peppino', so he had schemed. The faker had made the mistake of thinking it was complacent with not running that Pizzeria that so rightfully belonged to him and just standing there weirdly.

God knows what Zucchini would have done if he managed to corner Peppino. Truly alone with nobody around. With the man's guard down. Was he so arrogant to think he'd be able to seamlessly slide into his life after that? Peppino isn't one to be egotistical though, is he?

Before his eyes could drift to dejectedly stare at his own reflection in that glass of water again that was becoming more and more tempting to shatter, his attention snapped back to Pepperman. Ah, well. At least he wasn't overcomplicating things in that regard. The false man doesn't exactly need the other tattling to Peppino or--... Anyone, really. He wasn't sure what he'd do it the other had intended on doing so.

"Ah. Well, I certainly appreciate that." A smile had crept up back on his face, his brows raised. "Truthfully, I-a... Know a lot of people aren't exactly happy with me, so I sort of thought okay. How about I do a good thing for somebody to tryyyyyy to counterbalance that, you know..?"

Saying it aloud, he suddenly seems a bit uncertain. It's clear he hadn't really... Expected the interaction to go this smoothly. Maybe he was expecting to be called a 'liar frog' at least twice, now, despite the other not knowing the full capacity of what he had done-- Or at least, tried to do. Okay, Pepperman was his co-worker, but. How much did he really know him, honestly. He made art and uh..? Huh.

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❝ Zucchini. Okay. That's a start. ❞ Pepperman was relieved. He wasn't sure how well his brain could juggle two Peppino's with seldom similarities and distinct differences. The new revelation turned this would-be modelling session, into ... well. Not that. Something clicked again - the reason why Peppino hadn't joined Zucchini. Whatever it was the doppelganger had been planning, didn't pan out the way it had hoped.

❝ So ... what happens now. ❞ Pepperman dragged hands down his face, trying to gather his mental state together. ... Should he try calling Noisette? No. Fake Peppino wouldn't have had a reason to come here if he couldn't go back to there. He released another long breath. He would have said he knew where this was going, but apparently ... he didn't! If Fake Peppino almost completely slipped under his non-existent nose with a new identity, who knows what else he was thinking of? Surprise, Pepperman! The frog was WAY smarter than you thought.

❝ Because ... ❞ Hm. This was going to make his Peppino's Pizza-related affairs a tad more complicated, wasn't it? ❝ I won't tell anyone you stopped by. ❞

He had remembered that moment, too. When you were so accustomed to the tower, you really only got to see so much... Fake had never thought twice about remaining in Peppino's 2, remaining within the walls. He had also been waiting for 'Peppino'. That guy AAAAAALWAYS looks for trouble, I mean, he stole your whole deal, so you'd know. He'll be here sooner than you know it, his friend had said.

It was difficult not to admire the idea of art. Pepperman had awkwardly addressed him as 'Peppino' at the time and everything, and it left the other to own his devices as he worked away. Naturally, everything was destroyed when that horrid faker that kept getting away, kept getting lucky, destroyed everything. The realization of the Tower-- Everything he had previously knew, falling to that stupid excuse for an Italian just caused him to...

Zucchini snaps out of his thoughts, as he had been blankly staring at his own small reflection in the remaining water in the glass before the other asked... That. Part of him immediately wanted to say. No, actually. Call me Peppino. Because that is clearly who I am. Back in the day he might've had a more violent reaction if not called that. Noise was the one co-worker who tried to skirt that line, and. Well. He was the one co-worker he truly didn't like.

"...Yes. That's fine." Part of him almost couldn't even believe he was saying that, but there was sort of a defeated tone to his voice. Somehow, he didn't feel like being called 'Peppino' would make him feel better. For once.

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Always.

And just like that, eveeeeeerything fell into place.

Pepperman remembered the time before Peppino arrived, and how he locked himself away just to paint and wait. Yet there was one visitor none of the other bosses of the tower could keep out... which is where 'always' began.

Fake Peppino suddenly appeared with a humble request to decorate Peppino's Pizza 2, surprising Pepperman in the process. The Vigilante and The Noise never seemed the type to appreciate art and, to put it bluntly, he didn't think Fake was aware enough to know what art was. But he still remembered how it pointed to itself and then to a blank canvas with a strange smile. How could he say no?

Of course!!! He'd been so drawn to Zucchini despite Peppino being!! Right!! There!! It was because he had designed Zucchini himself!!!!!!! FAKE HAD LIKED HIS ART SO MUCH THAT HE BECAME IT!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT WAS HE SUPPOSED TO THINK ABOUT THIS ——— Mentally, he was peeling himself apart.

❝ H-Hang on. Just give me a moment to process this. ❞ PIZZAHEAD. HE STILL HAD SOME RESPECT FOR YOU BUT WHAT THE HELL!!! HE HAS. SO! MANY! QUESTIONS!!!!!?!?!? ARGHRGRAHRGHRGH!?!? ❝ Zucchini... Is... Should I still call you Zucchini. ❞

He looks off to the side at the others response. Zucchini wasn't exactly sure what reply he had been expecting. Part of him knew the other was mad. Nobody liked being lied to. The 'italian' knew full well if somebody lied to him for a prolonged period of time, he'd be very upset, as well. Zucchini had simply thought lying to his faker wouldn't be a huge deal in the long run. But then other people got involved, and...

The man perked up slightly as the other came over with the glass of water. It's difficult to interpret what the hell is going on in his head as he quietly takes the glass, trying to think of the right thing to say. A hand slides under the lower half of his face in an attempt to stop it from dripping as much when he goes to take a drink.

"N-No, actually, th. Those-a things don't involve 'your art'." See. That could be a very easy lie, in the grand scheme of things. Like, oh wait no I can use this to get this guy in my favor, but... You can see him internally relent on something as his expression somehow becomes more sheepish, his pupils slowly looking off to the side.

"...I've... Always liked your art." ...What did he mean by 'always'.

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❝ Ooooh? Have you, now? ❞ There's still a ... strange, jovial tone to his words, but he didn't sound too angry. Animated! Intrigued! Just a little annoyed! The energy followed him to the kitchen as he indeed went to fetch the promised water. His uncanny blue eyes don't really ... leave, Zucchini, though. Like he's trying to put together a puzzle before the answer was revealed.

❝ I'm not mad. ❞ He was a little mad, but it was more evident Zucchini had come to him for help. And you didn't really. Help people. By yelling at them. So he's just going to take a moment. Collect that water in a cup in an oddly snappy way. And then walk back with the liquid slightly spilling with each step.

❝ ... Some of those things don't involve my art, do they. ❞ Ah. Priorities. He finally offered the glass to Zucchini. ❝ It-It's... yeah. It's fine. People back out a lot. No need to draw it out. ❞

Zucchini's hand flopped back to his side when the other let go of it. There had been a stark amount of silence from it as he had quietly stared at the other. The false man seemed to tense up multiple times in an attempt to stop himself from dripping, to become as solid as he was when the other first saw him like this.

You could literally hear the 'bwomp' from Zucchini as the other said his name and slowly turned towards him. It looked like his eyes wanted to retreat back into his head. Oh. Had he caught on so soon? Granted, he probably had caught on in the Pizzeria but he had managed to distract him enough to get him to not do anything about it.

Zucchini made awkward eye contact with the other. Well, uh. He couldn't lie, because that was a bad thing. And he had came here to do a good thing because the bad thing was clearly was weighing on his conscious, something he didn't know could really happen until now. He tries not to stay silent for too long as a sheepish, toothy smile makes way on his dripping face.

"I-I. Uh." He presses his gooey fingers together, "May. Have lied. About a few things, here and there." GEE. HAVE YOU? HAVE YOU???

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❝ Evidently! ❞ Pepperman replied, ❝ Just … Try to get cozy? Okay? I'll … fetch you some wa- ❞

The artist seemed to stop in his tracks, just barely before the couch, his hand slowly trailing away from the other's and falling back to his side. ❝ -ter. ❞

Y'know, he hadn't noticed it before but, now that he was holding Zucchini's hand, he could feel how … not-completely solid and softer than clay it was. Even the 'not an expert on humans' could figure out that this wasn't supposed to be happening.

He had ... an inkling, as to what this was. But any hope of an answer was replaced by the entire plot of Pizza Tower. Huh. Wonder where that came from.

❝ Mr. Zucchini. ❞ He placed his hands at his side, tone like a children's show star, slowing turning towards the other again. ❝ Do you have something you want to share with me. ❞

@americanpepperman GET DAT PEPPAH OFFA DERE

That seemed to be a positive of the situation! He could still turn a bit small. Not sure when he'd ever need turn back into Tiny, granted, but 'Zucchini' on the other hand seemed especially useful. People were more inclined to scream and get caught off guard by you when you were a large frog, it had come to realize.

His form was indeed dripping, that couldn't exactly be hidden at the moment. Bit too excitedly scrunched himself down without considering the toll its body had due to the events prior. What once looked like formal chefs attire made way to a more doughy texture, no longer mimicking the cloth of a shirt. But it was fiiiiiiiiine. That didn't matter.

Zucchini's eyes sort of warbled in his 'skull' as he was unable to respond, being abruptly snatched by the hand and all. Okay, well. Maybe he'd care more for the 'horrendous' comment, but god knows he's just glad the other didn't come out swinging with the 'liar frog' comments.

"A-Ah, well. A lot has happened," See, he wasn't lying, "And I just remembered your comments, and-a..." He trails off, becoming awkwardly silent as he sort of. Stares. At his currently doughy hand being held by the other.

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Hey, Pepperman, hope you're not doing anything too drastically important. There's now a guest in front of your abode. Surely it's just some random who-- "Pepperman?" Oh. That was a somewhat familiar voice of an Italian who sure as hell wasn't Peppino, followed by a few weak knocks. Zucchini, notably looking a bit uh. Melty? Drippy? Ignore that. Has actually followed up on Pepperman's little offer. A little after the fact, but he's still clearly taking it. Dude! Let me in! I'm someone who likes your art! Don't you believe in people who like your art?

Ah, yeah. He had been doing something important. But nothing that was as important as painting THE Spaghetti duo. To be honest, Pepperman was beginning to worry that Peppino had badmouthed the artist once he left and they both decided to ditch Pepperman quietly.

So, sorry Pepperman Self Portrait #1729, but you are getting ripped off the easel and thrown onto the ground because he had a NEW task at hand.

❝ HELLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO -- ❞

W. Why was Zucchini melting. Amusingly, for an "expert" artist, he doesn't know a lot about humans, but he does know they're typically ... Not? Supposed to melt???? But also the weather was heating up so maybe they were???? Regardless, it's enough to distract him from the lack of Peppino and throw the rest of his door open.

❝ Z-Zucchini -- Wh. Are ... are you okay? ❞ Gotta admire the dedication to be a model at least, buuuuuut -- He instead snatched the other's hand, and dragged him inside. ❝ C'mon, C'mon, let's get you seated. You look horrendous. ❞

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he sure loves not pissing off his coworker in a funny costume sure hope he keeps not pissing off his coworker in a costume

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yalls going to wish pepperman stayed inactive

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ultimate pepperman muse

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Sibling energy between these two cause I say so and I’m correct all the time

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I’m so obsessed with this gif bc obi wan looks like he’s so happy but a little bit nervous to see dex he looks like he’s picking up dex for prom. he looks like he’s in love. in love with dex jettster. fuck you satine obi wan wants a big frog thing with four arms not your hillary clinton self 

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ladies and gentlemen.

love loses.