Call Ralph's Poke'Gear!

[rocketralph]

Hi there! Wanna thread but don't have time/want to set up a whole post for it?
Does your character just wanna call and shoot the breeze? LET'S DO IT.
Just use the CALL and MESSAGE threads below!

[Psst, if you need OOC contact, try here!]

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[rocketralph]

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Say what now?

[exeggutorhead]

[Envy is really looking kind of alarmed. He's afraid to actually stand up, lest he break into some kind of dance routine too.]

[The song does not stop. He doesn't even know what he's singing; it sounds vaguely familiar, maybe something he'd heard on the radio in the department store.]

[rocketralph]

_{[Ralph keeps on standing there, his face creasing in growing concern for the guy who is sitting on the ground and...serenading him? He's noticing you! Here he is! He is looking right at you Envy pleace stop this is getting weird.]}

You okay, pal?

[exeggutorhead]

Stand out! Above the crowd!

[Nope there goes the chorus again instead of an actual answer. Envy doesn't even know what to do about this besides be kind of relieved that at least he didn't sing this to Heather and hope that he doesn't get put in the trash again.]

[rocketralph]

_{[O-okay this is getting a little hard to watch. He has to stop this. Ralph lifts his hands.]}

Woah woah woah! Will ya slow down a second?

[exeggutorhead]

[Envy has given up. He just gives Ralph a helpless sort of shrug with both arms as he continues to sing.]

[HE CAN ONLY WAIT FOR THE SONG TO BE THROUGH.]

[rocketralph]

_{[Is he--yep. Yes he is. He is still going. Look at him he's even doin' a little dance sort of. Wow. This is. Unexpected. Ralph is flattered. But really wishes this was not happening.]}

Listen...pal. Listen. Listen.

[exeggutorhead]

[The song continues. Envy's also not really into the idea of listening right now. He'd rather sink directly into the ground and never come out.]

[So he does the next best thing to muffle the song: lie down on his face for the second time in two weeks and just sing directly into the asphalt. But soon enough, the song is FINALLY done. BLESSED SILENCE. Envy's still not sure he wants to sit back up.]

[rocketralph]

_{[Wh-oh. Oh, no, there he goes. Ralph grimaces and starts looking around again before slowly crouching next to the homunculus. When the song finally reaches its end, the wrecker cautiously reaches out to pat Envy on the back.]}

I'm flattered, really. It's not that I think you're a bad guy. It's just--this kinda thing just isn't in my programming. But try not to worry about it, alright? You'll find someone.

[exeggutorhead]

[Envy is quiet for about a minute while he tries to make sure that if he opens his mouth, more music won't come out.]

[Finally, cautiously, he speaks. AND IT ISN'T A SONG. THANK GOD.]

That's...okay.

[He could always correct Ralph, now that the singing is done. But if he does...then Ralph might ask who he WAS singing for. And that's a chance Envy can't take.]

Don't worry about it, I'm sure I will.

[rocketralph]

That's th' spirit! Here--

_{[Whether Envy likes it or not, he's getting picked up and sat on his feet.]}

[exeggutorhead]

[WHUP--okay there he is, on his feet. He coughs.]

So why don't we just not ever talk about this again.

[rocketralph]

You got it.

<sub>[He gives Envy a thumbs up.]

[Wow he feels like garbage inside this poor guy.]</sub>