((g2g))

The Fancy Restaurant (closed rp)

 

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Peepers smirked and shook his head. Geez, he was such a terrible liar…. “I think I’m just gonna wear what I wore to Queen Entozoa’s party. And that sounds good to me, I’ll meet you at the ship entrance in a few minutes. I look forward to seeing you there!” After that, he hung up so he could finish getting dressed.

After he hung up, Hater felt his heart plummet. A few minutes?! How long was ‘a few minutes’?!…Well, it was a few minutes, but that wasn’t enough! He looked down at his tuxedo and his ‘fancy cloak’ confusedly, then groaned in frustration and grabbed both of his outfits and held them up to inspect them properly. After a few moments of consideration, he turned and made his way out of his room into the corridor.

Quickly locating a small group of watchdogs, he jogged over and loomed over him, silencing their conversation, “You guys! This is important! Answer HONESTLY: which is better?!” He held up the two outfits for them to see.

The watchdogs stared up at him with a confused expression on their faces. Why was he asking them for fashion advice? After a long pause, a bit over half of them pointed to the fancy cloak, while the rest pointed at the tuxedo.

One of them smirked and asked, “Why, do you have a date?”

Meanwhile, Peepers just finished getting ready, and was about to walk out the door when he stopped to grab his wallet. Hopefully Hater would be the one paying, since going to an upscale restaurant was his idea, and he had more money, but better safe than sorry. Then he started to head to the ship’s mouth, all while trying to keep his cool.

If we RP a romantic relationship:

saviorofexistence:

I want them to argue. I want them to be sad. I want them to worry. I want there to be tension. Because that’s what a relationship is. They can love each other, but that doesn’t mean they get along or are happy all the time. It’s perfectly normal for people to be sad and worried or fight. Them being happy and loving all the time just doesn’t feel right to me.

Monster (Closed RP)

 

When his boss left, Peepers slumped down in his bed and let out a relieved sigh. Finally, he was gone. Maybe now he could get a chance to calm down… Hopefully he didn’t notice how nervous he was. Now, how should he tell him that he was gonna quit? There was no way he was willing to risk almost getting killed by him again! Heck, if it wasn’t for the fact that Hater made the rules, he’d sue him for this!

There was silence for a few, calming minutes, before suddenly somebody screamed in the waiting room and somebody else called out to stop before being silenced suddenly. There was a loud thud and the door to Peepers’s room jolted violently; something was thrown against it.

Peepers was starting to close his eye, when he heard a scream and his eye snapped back open as he frantically looked around. What was happening out there!? And where did he put his blaster!? Oh, right, he dropped it when Hater picked him up, didn’t he? 

He froze when his door shook, then grimaced as he tried to ignore his pain to get up No way he was just gonna stick around here and wait for trouble to come to him…

He took off his helmet and carried it in his hand while resting his other hand on the wall to support himself as he cautiously crept towards the door. Maybe he could use his lightning bolt as a blade?

Marriage Counseling (Closed RP)

Peepers crossed his arms as he shot him a glare. “We want a refund, you quack. Your ‘help’ just made things worse! We’re fine now, no thanks to you, so we won’t be coming by next week.”

"Uh…can’t help you there."

"You couldn’t help us AT ALL!" Hater exclaimed, "Our five-year-old DAUGHTER did a better job of getting us back together than you did!"

"Well, no, I mean…we don’t offer refunds." Dr. Loa shrugged, "Sorry."

Hater gave a little sigh before looking down at Peepers, “Guess we’re gonna have to do this OUR way, huh?”

Peepers shrugged. “Looks like it. I was hoping we’d have to do it the hard way though, it’s more entertaining.” Then he smiled up at Hater. “Would you like to do the honors?” 

In honor of Sexual Sunday ask my muse who would you rather do questions.

numberonesuperstar:

((When your husband snatches your remote:))
(([Lord Hater voice]: Goddammit, Peepers.
I imagine this probably happens a lot.))
((THEN PEEPERS FORCES HIM TO SAY PLEASE AND USE GOOD MANNERS TO GET IT BACK))

# ((CAUSE HE’S A MANIPULATIVE LITTLE GIT LIKE THAT))

((And either Hater does it, or if he’s not in the mood to humor his itty bitty husband, he just snatches it back. Then Peepers pouts next to him or something.))

numberonesuperstar:

((When your husband snatches your remote:))

(([Lord Hater voice]: Goddammit, Peepers.

I imagine this probably happens a lot.))

((And either Hater does it, or if he’s not in the mood to humor his itty bitty husband, he just snatches it back. Then Peepers pouts next to him or something.))

rime-the-bolite:

eyeballcommander:

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Peepers smiled back and nodded. “Good, at least you’ll be useful… Who knows, maybe having you around won’t be so bad after all.” He got up and started to get his uniform out of his dresser.

"I’ll go get dressed in the bathroom, and then I’m grab something for breakfast. Is there anything you want? I might as well get something for you too while I’m at the food court." 

The bolite’s stomach growled furiously at the mention of the word ‘food’, and he chuckled, embarrassed by his organ’s enthusiasm to voice it’s own opinion. 

"W-Well…I’m not very picky. Anything’s fine with me." Rime said, pausing briefly as he blinked in confusion behind his white bangs. Wait…did he say food court? Well that certainly was a pleasant surprise. Most ships barely had a cafeteria, but this one had an entire food court. Then again, the Hater Empire was on the rise, so they were bound to be able to afford it. 

"Thank you." He added with a soft smile. 

Peepers paused at his thanks. Wow, gratitude wasn’t something he was used to getting around here… He struggled to keep himself from grinning at him as he replied,

"Hey, I just don’t want anyone starving to death in my room. And while I’m gone, you may as well try to straighten up my papers. I’ll sort them later, after I get things with you figured out. You can’t just stay in my room forever… Well, I’m gonna go now, I’ll try to stop by later.”

After he got done talking, he glanced at him one more time and walked out of the room, while locking the door behind him.

Marriage Counseling (Closed RP)

 

When Peepers saw his confused look, he took his hand and lead him to one of the doors, then pushed it open. “I’m pretty sure it’s this one…”

When the door opened, Dr. Loa looked up in surprise, “Oh, it’s you two! Uh - your session’s next week…That is, unless you feel you can’t go on that long…”

Peepers crossed his arms as he shot him a glare. “We want a refund, you quack. Your ‘help’ just made things worse! We’re fine now, no thanks to you, so we won’t be coming by next week.”

Monster (Closed RP)

 

Peepers looked at the blood on his gloves, then scowled. How dumb did he think he was? He could trust his own eye far more than he could trust Hater. He knew what he saw, and there’s no way he could of just imagined it. After all, he had some broken bones to prove otherwise…

Hater averted his gaze in the awkward silence before he began twitching again, this time causing him to take a sharp intake of breath each time. He looked to Peepers for a moment, before pointing behind himself with his thumb, “I, uh, I’m gonna go…g-grab a glass of water from the….machine thingy. Be - ugh - right back.” The skeleton turned and made his way out, shutting the door behind him.

When his boss left, Peepers slumped down in his bed and let out a relieved sigh. Finally, he was gone. Maybe now he could get a chance to calm down… Hopefully he didn’t notice how nervous he was. Now, how should he tell him that he was gonna quit? There was no way he was willing to risk almost getting killed by him again! Heck, if it wasn’t for the fact that Hater made the rules, he’d sue him for this!