You find yourself seated in a theater. Various Lightners and Darkners are seated next to you. The lights are dim. Soft romantic jazz plays from a live band of Shadowguys.
A Shadowguy from backstage nervously enters the scene and gently taps the microphone. He's blushing. A Zapper signals to Shuttah to start up the slideshow.
The Shadowguy holds his note cards up, clears his throat with a saxophone squeak, and opens his mouth to explain the rules.
"🎶🎵🎷"
His face turns beet red. He gestures towards a Pippins in the audience to explain the rules.
The Pippins walks up to the stage. The Shadowguy, still blushing, shakes its hand. It blushes, then introduces itself.
"Testing, testing, is this thing on? Good. I'm Pip, the mod of this blog. It/its pronouns, please. Now, I may be a rule breaker, but these rules are too important to break!"
Pip chuckles. "In all seriousness, please follow these rules."
As Pip explains the rules, Shuttah presses a button to change the slides that the Shadowguy had created.
"Rule 1: Please don't make romantic advances towards me. This is 'date with a Shadowguy', not 'date with the mod'."
"Rule 2: NSFW is not allowed."
"Rule 3: Minors are not allowed to request roleplays, but they can reblog the open date prompt posts."
"Rule 4: Do not use AI. I don't care how skilled you are at roleplaying. The goal here is to have you and/or your self-insert(s) date the Shadowguy(s), not to have AI date the Shadowguy(s)."
"Rule 5: Please give me a prompt for your date, including how you wish for the Shadowguy(s) to act, the maximum intimacy level, and how many Shadowguys you wish to date."
"Rule 6: Please remember that I have a life outside of this blog. Especially with college starting soon, I may not be able to answer right away."
"Rule 7: Do not harass me."
"Rule 8: PLEASE tell me if I do something that makes you uncomfortable! I want to foster a safe environment."
"Rule 9: I reserve the right to refuse any roleplay."
could you do one for a nice relaxing night in the green room with a Shadowguy unused to touch who soon falls victims to cuddles and realizes “oh shit this is amazing” and gets even more cuddly and more (maybe like, 6?) Shadowguys show up and it’s just a massive purring cuddle puddle? (No sexual touching, just good vibes and someone who needs to be buried in Shadowguys lol)
The Green Room was mostly empty, save for Ramb, who was behind the bar, a cheerful Pippins, who was ordering a drink, and a tired-looking Shadowguy, who was sitting in front of one of the gaming TVs. The Shadowguy sighed a deflating diminuendo and checked his watch. He smiled slightly. His shift had finished.
”Boo.” Hands cover the Shadowguy’s face. Percy, one of the Lightners that found their way to TV World had snuck up behind him. They snicker and jump over the back of couch, scooching closer, almost invading the Darkner’s space. “Rrrrr?” They trill, or roll their r’s curiously. Having spent more time with Shadowguys than any other Darkner, they’ve learned a few sounds and what they mean.
“What’s your name?” Percy tips his head, “there’s so many of you Shadowguys and so many names and a few that have no direct English translation so I gotta remember notes and rests and- bluh! It’s a lot!” They laugh and scoot away a bit. “My names Percy.” They pause as the Shadowguy leans on them slightly.
The Shadowguy, face practically glowing pinkish-red, stutters a bit from emotion. He tries to say his own name, but it comes out as a series of sputtering squeaks.
Luckily, he had prepared for this.
He grabs a card from his pocket and clumsily hands it to Percy, then quickly turns away from them with his hat covering his face.
“nice to meet you uh…” Percy looks at the card, puzzled. The handwriting was barely legible chickenscratch…they turn the card upside down to see if would be easier to read.
“Sta…ooo? Wait- no- cca…fo? To! Staccato? That right? Your name’s Staccato?” Percy looks at the Shadowguy, then back to the card, then back to him again.
Staccato turns to face Percy and nods. He's able to speak a bit more clearly, though it's clear that he's still shy.
Since Percy probably doesn't completely understand him, Staccato uses his hands to help articulate his point. Something about physical contact and starving.
Staccato shakes his head with a frenzied honk. He lets out a few squeaks like his namesake and tries to calm Percy down. He grabs another name card and a pen from his pocket and begins to write.
In messy chicken scratch, the note reads "Touch-starved".
”OOOOH. Oh. OH. Okay. That makes more sense.” Percy sits back down. “So how do you want me to remedy that?” Percy awkwardly holds Staccato’s hand, rubbing his knuckles with their thumb. “There? There?”
Percy continues, and pulls Staccato closer as well, almost into their lap. “I’ve never…I’m not used to being clung to…” they titter nervously and reached to massage his shoulders. “Tense…Tenna works you hard, huh?”
Staccato stays mostly silent, but he nods. He emits a low, rumbling legato as he starts to relax a bit.
From outside the Green Room, a few Shadowguys are having a conversation. It's pretty muffled from where Staccato and Percy are sitting, but it sounds like it's getting closer.
Percy doesn’t notice, as he’s busy massaging Staccato’s shoulders, brushing off the approaching chatter as a group of Pippinses taking a break, or Zappers on patrol. His eyelids droop and he yawns softly. “Yeah. He’s working me hard too. A paper jockey’s work is never done here yknow? Tenna needs everything going everywhere at once…”
”I am.” Percy nods and shifts a bit. “Hey Tens, what’ve you been up to? Haven’t seen you around. Or maybe I have…” they yawn and idly squeeze Staccato’s hand. “Heh. Baby hands. Not size wise, texture wise.” They turn their head to the new guy. “Who’s this?”
It's hard to hear Percy over the sound of musical purring. The Shadowguys figuratively melt onto Percy.
[I'm Stanza] new guy chirps.
Stanza explains what Tenor's been up to.
(A few weeks ago, Tenor woke up feeling glooby. He took sick leave, and Tenna docked his points. A bunch of Shadowguys had his back, including Stanza, and successfully got Tenna to raise Tenor's pay back to the previous amount.)
Tenor nods as Stanza explains what happened. Tenor doesn't speak a single note.
A fourth Shadowguy smiles and gently holds Tenor's hand, reaching across Percy and Staccato to do so. He realizes what he's doing and apologizes to them.
”and you guys didn’t try to get him a one point raise?” Percy huffs in mock annoyance, “some friends you are.” Percy yelps as a Shadowguy all but falls into their lap reaching for Tenor.
having this many Shadowguys pressed close to them was odd. The Darkners were warm and cool at the same time and sometimes, Percy swore their eyes were playing with them, as little wisps of shadow dart across their lap. “We got quite the flash mob going on here.” They chuckle, scritching behind the ears of the Shadowguy in their lap. “Who might this lil lapcat be?”
“It’s nice to meet you, Forte.” Percy hums softly, gently attacking the sensitive nerves behind the ears. They pause as they feel the shape and texture.
“Huh. Almost exactly like a cat’s. Does that mean your hearing’s good? Sense of smell? Do feline Shadowguys have a Jacobson gland? Flehmen response?”
they facepalm and pull their hood up. “God. WOW. I have shit people skills. I’m so sorry. I love cats. I have one at home. His name is Buddy. With how much he sheds I’m surprised I haven’t seen a darkworld version of all his fur that’s been gathering behind the tv.”
”well shit now I don’t want to leave.” Percy laughs as Stanza and Tenor begin to sniff them. “Yall are too damn cute.” Percy kisses Staccato’s hand. “I could gobble you up. OM-nom-nom-nom-nom!” They growl at Tenor, eliciting a surprised squeak from them
the cacophony of noise draws the attention of a nearby Zapper.
“ey! Keep it down woulds ya? The boss don’t take toos kindly to people snogging and salivatsing all ova da couches.”
”Sorry!” Percy calls, putting a hand over Forte’s mouth. They giggle softly when the Zapper leaves. “So. Do y’all’s have like a place to hang out? Not like *that* you two!” Percy groans in exasperation as Stanza and Staccato share A Look.
the group of Shadowguys goes quiet when a fifth, taller and more imposing mobster stands over an oblivious Percy. The Maestro.
Forte's ears are turned back like a cat's and his hair is standing on end. Trying his hardest not to scream, he taps Percy's shoulder and points behind them towards the Maestro, then squeaks and slips into the shadows.
The other three Shadowguys stay there to protect Percy in case the Maestro tries to mess with him.
Mozz leans down and sniffs Percy’s hood. He huffs and pulls back.
“yes. I am.” He rumbles. “My name is Mozz. I see the orchestra has found their new favorite toy.” His gaze sweeps over the four Shadowguys piled on the couch. “Let’s hope you keep their interest. These kits lose interest faster than Tenna on stock count days” The Maestro smirks.
“Huh?” Percy looks down at Forte. “Am I just a toy to you guys?” Percy asks, hurt in their voice.
Forte slowly reforms out of the shadows, ears still pinned back, fur still on end. He doesn't have the same cheery demeanor he had before. He looks... upset. Like Mozz hurt his feelings as well.
He bursts into tears and hugs Percy.
This further angers Staccato, Stanza, and Tenor. Staccato, in the heat of the moment, yells saxophonic obscenities at Mozz, then gasps and covers his mouth.
“mind running that by me again…?” His voice is soft, menacing. His claws dig into the couch slightly. “If you want…we can settle this outside and I can show you what happens when you disrespect your Maestro…”
Stanza and Tenor growl, ready to defend their friend. Forte cowers into Percy’s arms. Percy soothingly runs their fingers through his fur.
could you do one for a nice relaxing night in the green room with a Shadowguy unused to touch who soon falls victims to cuddles and realizes “oh shit this is amazing” and gets even more cuddly and more (maybe like, 6?) Shadowguys show up and it’s just a massive purring cuddle puddle? (No sexual touching, just good vibes and someone who needs to be buried in Shadowguys lol)
The Green Room was mostly empty, save for Ramb, who was behind the bar, a cheerful Pippins, who was ordering a drink, and a tired-looking Shadowguy, who was sitting in front of one of the gaming TVs. The Shadowguy sighed a deflating diminuendo and checked his watch. He smiled slightly. His shift had finished.
”Boo.” Hands cover the Shadowguy’s face. Percy, one of the Lightners that found their way to TV World had snuck up behind him. They snicker and jump over the back of couch, scooching closer, almost invading the Darkner’s space. “Rrrrr?” They trill, or roll their r’s curiously. Having spent more time with Shadowguys than any other Darkner, they’ve learned a few sounds and what they mean.
“What’s your name?” Percy tips his head, “there’s so many of you Shadowguys and so many names and a few that have no direct English translation so I gotta remember notes and rests and- bluh! It’s a lot!” They laugh and scoot away a bit. “My names Percy.” They pause as the Shadowguy leans on them slightly.
The Shadowguy, face practically glowing pinkish-red, stutters a bit from emotion. He tries to say his own name, but it comes out as a series of sputtering squeaks.
Luckily, he had prepared for this.
He grabs a card from his pocket and clumsily hands it to Percy, then quickly turns away from them with his hat covering his face.
“nice to meet you uh…” Percy looks at the card, puzzled. The handwriting was barely legible chickenscratch…they turn the card upside down to see if would be easier to read.
“Sta…ooo? Wait- no- cca…fo? To! Staccato? That right? Your name’s Staccato?” Percy looks at the Shadowguy, then back to the card, then back to him again.
Staccato turns to face Percy and nods. He's able to speak a bit more clearly, though it's clear that he's still shy.
Since Percy probably doesn't completely understand him, Staccato uses his hands to help articulate his point. Something about physical contact and starving.
Staccato shakes his head with a frenzied honk. He lets out a few squeaks like his namesake and tries to calm Percy down. He grabs another name card and a pen from his pocket and begins to write.
In messy chicken scratch, the note reads "Touch-starved".
”OOOOH. Oh. OH. Okay. That makes more sense.” Percy sits back down. “So how do you want me to remedy that?” Percy awkwardly holds Staccato’s hand, rubbing his knuckles with their thumb. “There? There?”
Percy continues, and pulls Staccato closer as well, almost into their lap. “I’ve never…I’m not used to being clung to…” they titter nervously and reached to massage his shoulders. “Tense…Tenna works you hard, huh?”
Staccato stays mostly silent, but he nods. He emits a low, rumbling legato as he starts to relax a bit.
From outside the Green Room, a few Shadowguys are having a conversation. It's pretty muffled from where Staccato and Percy are sitting, but it sounds like it's getting closer.
Percy doesn’t notice, as he’s busy massaging Staccato’s shoulders, brushing off the approaching chatter as a group of Pippinses taking a break, or Zappers on patrol. His eyelids droop and he yawns softly. “Yeah. He’s working me hard too. A paper jockey’s work is never done here yknow? Tenna needs everything going everywhere at once…”
”I am.” Percy nods and shifts a bit. “Hey Tens, what’ve you been up to? Haven’t seen you around. Or maybe I have…” they yawn and idly squeeze Staccato’s hand. “Heh. Baby hands. Not size wise, texture wise.” They turn their head to the new guy. “Who’s this?”
It's hard to hear Percy over the sound of musical purring. The Shadowguys figuratively melt onto Percy.
[I'm Stanza] new guy chirps.
Stanza explains what Tenor's been up to.
(A few weeks ago, Tenor woke up feeling glooby. He took sick leave, and Tenna docked his points. A bunch of Shadowguys had his back, including Stanza, and successfully got Tenna to raise Tenor's pay back to the previous amount.)
Tenor nods as Stanza explains what happened. Tenor doesn't speak a single note.
A fourth Shadowguy smiles and gently holds Tenor's hand, reaching across Percy and Staccato to do so. He realizes what he's doing and apologizes to them.
”and you guys didn’t try to get him a one point raise?” Percy huffs in mock annoyance, “some friends you are.” Percy yelps as a Shadowguy all but falls into their lap reaching for Tenor.
having this many Shadowguys pressed close to them was odd. The Darkners were warm and cool at the same time and sometimes, Percy swore their eyes were playing with them, as little wisps of shadow dart across their lap. “We got quite the flash mob going on here.” They chuckle, scritching behind the ears of the Shadowguy in their lap. “Who might this lil lapcat be?”
“It’s nice to meet you, Forte.” Percy hums softly, gently attacking the sensitive nerves behind the ears. They pause as they feel the shape and texture.
“Huh. Almost exactly like a cat’s. Does that mean your hearing’s good? Sense of smell? Do feline Shadowguys have a Jacobson gland? Flehmen response?”
they facepalm and pull their hood up. “God. WOW. I have shit people skills. I’m so sorry. I love cats. I have one at home. His name is Buddy. With how much he sheds I’m surprised I haven’t seen a darkworld version of all his fur that’s been gathering behind the tv.”
”well shit now I don’t want to leave.” Percy laughs as Stanza and Tenor begin to sniff them. “Yall are too damn cute.” Percy kisses Staccato’s hand. “I could gobble you up. OM-nom-nom-nom-nom!” They growl at Tenor, eliciting a surprised squeak from them
the cacophony of noise draws the attention of a nearby Zapper.
“ey! Keep it down woulds ya? The boss don’t take toos kindly to people snogging and salivatsing all ova da couches.”
”Sorry!” Percy calls, putting a hand over Forte’s mouth. They giggle softly when the Zapper leaves. “So. Do y’all’s have like a place to hang out? Not like *that* you two!” Percy groans in exasperation as Stanza and Staccato share A Look.
the group of Shadowguys goes quiet when a fifth, taller and more imposing mobster stands over an oblivious Percy. The Maestro.
Forte's ears are turned back like a cat's and his hair is standing on end. Trying his hardest not to scream, he taps Percy's shoulder and points behind them towards the Maestro, then squeaks and slips into the shadows.
The other three Shadowguys stay there to protect Percy in case the Maestro tries to mess with him.
Mozz leans down and sniffs Percy’s hood. He huffs and pulls back.
“yes. I am.” He rumbles. “My name is Mozz. I see the orchestra has found their new favorite toy.” His gaze sweeps over the four Shadowguys piled on the couch. “Let’s hope you keep their interest. These kits lose interest faster than Tenna on stock count days” The Maestro smirks.
“Huh?” Percy looks down at Forte. “Am I just a toy to you guys?” Percy asks, hurt in their voice.
Forte slowly reforms out of the shadows, ears still pinned back, fur still on end. He doesn't have the same cheery demeanor he had before. He looks... upset. Like Mozz hurt his feelings as well.
He bursts into tears and hugs Percy.
This further angers Staccato, Stanza, and Tenor. Staccato, in the heat of the moment, yells saxophonic obscenities at Mozz, then gasps and covers his mouth.
could you do one for a nice relaxing night in the green room with a Shadowguy unused to touch who soon falls victims to cuddles and realizes “oh shit this is amazing” and gets even more cuddly and more (maybe like, 6?) Shadowguys show up and it’s just a massive purring cuddle puddle? (No sexual touching, just good vibes and someone who needs to be buried in Shadowguys lol)
The Green Room was mostly empty, save for Ramb, who was behind the bar, a cheerful Pippins, who was ordering a drink, and a tired-looking Shadowguy, who was sitting in front of one of the gaming TVs. The Shadowguy sighed a deflating diminuendo and checked his watch. He smiled slightly. His shift had finished.
”Boo.” Hands cover the Shadowguy’s face. Percy, one of the Lightners that found their way to TV World had snuck up behind him. They snicker and jump over the back of couch, scooching closer, almost invading the Darkner’s space. “Rrrrr?” They trill, or roll their r’s curiously. Having spent more time with Shadowguys than any other Darkner, they’ve learned a few sounds and what they mean.
“What’s your name?” Percy tips his head, “there’s so many of you Shadowguys and so many names and a few that have no direct English translation so I gotta remember notes and rests and- bluh! It’s a lot!” They laugh and scoot away a bit. “My names Percy.” They pause as the Shadowguy leans on them slightly.
The Shadowguy, face practically glowing pinkish-red, stutters a bit from emotion. He tries to say his own name, but it comes out as a series of sputtering squeaks.
Luckily, he had prepared for this.
He grabs a card from his pocket and clumsily hands it to Percy, then quickly turns away from them with his hat covering his face.
“nice to meet you uh…” Percy looks at the card, puzzled. The handwriting was barely legible chickenscratch…they turn the card upside down to see if would be easier to read.
“Sta…ooo? Wait- no- cca…fo? To! Staccato? That right? Your name’s Staccato?” Percy looks at the Shadowguy, then back to the card, then back to him again.
Staccato turns to face Percy and nods. He's able to speak a bit more clearly, though it's clear that he's still shy.
Since Percy probably doesn't completely understand him, Staccato uses his hands to help articulate his point. Something about physical contact and starving.
Staccato shakes his head with a frenzied honk. He lets out a few squeaks like his namesake and tries to calm Percy down. He grabs another name card and a pen from his pocket and begins to write.
In messy chicken scratch, the note reads "Touch-starved".
”OOOOH. Oh. OH. Okay. That makes more sense.” Percy sits back down. “So how do you want me to remedy that?” Percy awkwardly holds Staccato’s hand, rubbing his knuckles with their thumb. “There? There?”
Percy continues, and pulls Staccato closer as well, almost into their lap. “I’ve never…I’m not used to being clung to…” they titter nervously and reached to massage his shoulders. “Tense…Tenna works you hard, huh?”
Staccato stays mostly silent, but he nods. He emits a low, rumbling legato as he starts to relax a bit.
From outside the Green Room, a few Shadowguys are having a conversation. It's pretty muffled from where Staccato and Percy are sitting, but it sounds like it's getting closer.
Percy doesn’t notice, as he’s busy massaging Staccato’s shoulders, brushing off the approaching chatter as a group of Pippinses taking a break, or Zappers on patrol. His eyelids droop and he yawns softly. “Yeah. He’s working me hard too. A paper jockey’s work is never done here yknow? Tenna needs everything going everywhere at once…”
”I am.” Percy nods and shifts a bit. “Hey Tens, what’ve you been up to? Haven’t seen you around. Or maybe I have…” they yawn and idly squeeze Staccato’s hand. “Heh. Baby hands. Not size wise, texture wise.” They turn their head to the new guy. “Who’s this?”
It's hard to hear Percy over the sound of musical purring. The Shadowguys figuratively melt onto Percy.
[I'm Stanza] new guy chirps.
Stanza explains what Tenor's been up to.
(A few weeks ago, Tenor woke up feeling glooby. He took sick leave, and Tenna docked his points. A bunch of Shadowguys had his back, including Stanza, and successfully got Tenna to raise Tenor's pay back to the previous amount.)
Tenor nods as Stanza explains what happened. Tenor doesn't speak a single note.
A fourth Shadowguy smiles and gently holds Tenor's hand, reaching across Percy and Staccato to do so. He realizes what he's doing and apologizes to them.
”and you guys didn’t try to get him a one point raise?” Percy huffs in mock annoyance, “some friends you are.” Percy yelps as a Shadowguy all but falls into their lap reaching for Tenor.
having this many Shadowguys pressed close to them was odd. The Darkners were warm and cool at the same time and sometimes, Percy swore their eyes were playing with them, as little wisps of shadow dart across their lap. “We got quite the flash mob going on here.” They chuckle, scritching behind the ears of the Shadowguy in their lap. “Who might this lil lapcat be?”
“It’s nice to meet you, Forte.” Percy hums softly, gently attacking the sensitive nerves behind the ears. They pause as they feel the shape and texture.
“Huh. Almost exactly like a cat’s. Does that mean your hearing’s good? Sense of smell? Do feline Shadowguys have a Jacobson gland? Flehmen response?”
they facepalm and pull their hood up. “God. WOW. I have shit people skills. I’m so sorry. I love cats. I have one at home. His name is Buddy. With how much he sheds I’m surprised I haven’t seen a darkworld version of all his fur that’s been gathering behind the tv.”
”well shit now I don’t want to leave.” Percy laughs as Stanza and Tenor begin to sniff them. “Yall are too damn cute.” Percy kisses Staccato’s hand. “I could gobble you up. OM-nom-nom-nom-nom!” They growl at Tenor, eliciting a surprised squeak from them
the cacophony of noise draws the attention of a nearby Zapper.
“ey! Keep it down woulds ya? The boss don’t take toos kindly to people snogging and salivatsing all ova da couches.”
”Sorry!” Percy calls, putting a hand over Forte’s mouth. They giggle softly when the Zapper leaves. “So. Do y’all’s have like a place to hang out? Not like *that* you two!” Percy groans in exasperation as Stanza and Staccato share A Look.
the group of Shadowguys goes quiet when a fifth, taller and more imposing mobster stands over an oblivious Percy. The Maestro.
Forte's ears are turned back like a cat's and his hair is standing on end. Trying his hardest not to scream, he taps Percy's shoulder and points behind them towards the Maestro, then squeaks and slips into the shadows.
The other three Shadowguys stay there to protect Percy in case the Maestro tries to mess with him.
could you do one for a nice relaxing night in the green room with a Shadowguy unused to touch who soon falls victims to cuddles and realizes “oh shit this is amazing” and gets even more cuddly and more (maybe like, 6?) Shadowguys show up and it’s just a massive purring cuddle puddle? (No sexual touching, just good vibes and someone who needs to be buried in Shadowguys lol)
The Green Room was mostly empty, save for Ramb, who was behind the bar, a cheerful Pippins, who was ordering a drink, and a tired-looking Shadowguy, who was sitting in front of one of the gaming TVs. The Shadowguy sighed a deflating diminuendo and checked his watch. He smiled slightly. His shift had finished.
”Boo.” Hands cover the Shadowguy’s face. Percy, one of the Lightners that found their way to TV World had snuck up behind him. They snicker and jump over the back of couch, scooching closer, almost invading the Darkner’s space. “Rrrrr?” They trill, or roll their r’s curiously. Having spent more time with Shadowguys than any other Darkner, they’ve learned a few sounds and what they mean.
“What’s your name?” Percy tips his head, “there’s so many of you Shadowguys and so many names and a few that have no direct English translation so I gotta remember notes and rests and- bluh! It’s a lot!” They laugh and scoot away a bit. “My names Percy.” They pause as the Shadowguy leans on them slightly.
The Shadowguy, face practically glowing pinkish-red, stutters a bit from emotion. He tries to say his own name, but it comes out as a series of sputtering squeaks.
Luckily, he had prepared for this.
He grabs a card from his pocket and clumsily hands it to Percy, then quickly turns away from them with his hat covering his face.
“nice to meet you uh…” Percy looks at the card, puzzled. The handwriting was barely legible chickenscratch…they turn the card upside down to see if would be easier to read.
“Sta…ooo? Wait- no- cca…fo? To! Staccato? That right? Your name’s Staccato?” Percy looks at the Shadowguy, then back to the card, then back to him again.
Staccato turns to face Percy and nods. He's able to speak a bit more clearly, though it's clear that he's still shy.
Since Percy probably doesn't completely understand him, Staccato uses his hands to help articulate his point. Something about physical contact and starving.
Staccato shakes his head with a frenzied honk. He lets out a few squeaks like his namesake and tries to calm Percy down. He grabs another name card and a pen from his pocket and begins to write.
In messy chicken scratch, the note reads "Touch-starved".
”OOOOH. Oh. OH. Okay. That makes more sense.” Percy sits back down. “So how do you want me to remedy that?” Percy awkwardly holds Staccato’s hand, rubbing his knuckles with their thumb. “There? There?”
Percy continues, and pulls Staccato closer as well, almost into their lap. “I’ve never…I’m not used to being clung to…” they titter nervously and reached to massage his shoulders. “Tense…Tenna works you hard, huh?”
Staccato stays mostly silent, but he nods. He emits a low, rumbling legato as he starts to relax a bit.
From outside the Green Room, a few Shadowguys are having a conversation. It's pretty muffled from where Staccato and Percy are sitting, but it sounds like it's getting closer.
Percy doesn’t notice, as he’s busy massaging Staccato’s shoulders, brushing off the approaching chatter as a group of Pippinses taking a break, or Zappers on patrol. His eyelids droop and he yawns softly. “Yeah. He’s working me hard too. A paper jockey’s work is never done here yknow? Tenna needs everything going everywhere at once…”
”I am.” Percy nods and shifts a bit. “Hey Tens, what’ve you been up to? Haven’t seen you around. Or maybe I have…” they yawn and idly squeeze Staccato’s hand. “Heh. Baby hands. Not size wise, texture wise.” They turn their head to the new guy. “Who’s this?”
It's hard to hear Percy over the sound of musical purring. The Shadowguys figuratively melt onto Percy.
[I'm Stanza] new guy chirps.
Stanza explains what Tenor's been up to.
(A few weeks ago, Tenor woke up feeling glooby. He took sick leave, and Tenna docked his points. A bunch of Shadowguys had his back, including Stanza, and successfully got Tenna to raise Tenor's pay back to the previous amount.)
Tenor nods as Stanza explains what happened. Tenor doesn't speak a single note.
A fourth Shadowguy smiles and gently holds Tenor's hand, reaching across Percy and Staccato to do so. He realizes what he's doing and apologizes to them.
”and you guys didn’t try to get him a one point raise?” Percy huffs in mock annoyance, “some friends you are.” Percy yelps as a Shadowguy all but falls into their lap reaching for Tenor.
having this many Shadowguys pressed close to them was odd. The Darkners were warm and cool at the same time and sometimes, Percy swore their eyes were playing with them, as little wisps of shadow dart across their lap. “We got quite the flash mob going on here.” They chuckle, scritching behind the ears of the Shadowguy in their lap. “Who might this lil lapcat be?”
“It’s nice to meet you, Forte.” Percy hums softly, gently attacking the sensitive nerves behind the ears. They pause as they feel the shape and texture.
“Huh. Almost exactly like a cat’s. Does that mean your hearing’s good? Sense of smell? Do feline Shadowguys have a Jacobson gland? Flehmen response?”
they facepalm and pull their hood up. “God. WOW. I have shit people skills. I’m so sorry. I love cats. I have one at home. His name is Buddy. With how much he sheds I’m surprised I haven’t seen a darkworld version of all his fur that’s been gathering behind the tv.”
”well shit now I don’t want to leave.” Percy laughs as Stanza and Tenor begin to sniff them. “Yall are too damn cute.” Percy kisses Staccato’s hand. “I could gobble you up. OM-nom-nom-nom-nom!” They growl at Tenor, eliciting a surprised squeak from them
the cacophony of noise draws the attention of a nearby Zapper.
“ey! Keep it down woulds ya? The boss don’t take toos kindly to people snogging and salivatsing all ova da couches.”
”Sorry!” Percy calls, putting a hand over Forte’s mouth. They giggle softly when the Zapper leaves. “So. Do y’all’s have like a place to hang out? Not like *that* you two!” Percy groans in exasperation as Stanza and Staccato share A Look.
the group of Shadowguys goes quiet when a fifth, taller and more imposing mobster stands over an oblivious Percy. The Maestro.
Forte's ears are turned back like a cat's and his hair is standing on end. Trying his hardest not to scream, he taps Percy's shoulder and points behind them towards the Maestro, then squeaks and slips into the shadows.
The other three Shadowguys stay there to protect Percy in case the Maestro tries to mess with him.
You, a human, are on your period. Your Shadowguy partner doesn't know what's happening, so you explain it to them. They leave for a bit and return with an ice pack.
could you do one for a nice relaxing night in the green room with a Shadowguy unused to touch who soon falls victims to cuddles and realizes “oh shit this is amazing” and gets even more cuddly and more (maybe like, 6?) Shadowguys show up and it’s just a massive purring cuddle puddle? (No sexual touching, just good vibes and someone who needs to be buried in Shadowguys lol)
The Green Room was mostly empty, save for Ramb, who was behind the bar, a cheerful Pippins, who was ordering a drink, and a tired-looking Shadowguy, who was sitting in front of one of the gaming TVs. The Shadowguy sighed a deflating diminuendo and checked his watch. He smiled slightly. His shift had finished.
”Boo.” Hands cover the Shadowguy’s face. Percy, one of the Lightners that found their way to TV World had snuck up behind him. They snicker and jump over the back of couch, scooching closer, almost invading the Darkner’s space. “Rrrrr?” They trill, or roll their r’s curiously. Having spent more time with Shadowguys than any other Darkner, they’ve learned a few sounds and what they mean.
“What’s your name?” Percy tips his head, “there’s so many of you Shadowguys and so many names and a few that have no direct English translation so I gotta remember notes and rests and- bluh! It’s a lot!” They laugh and scoot away a bit. “My names Percy.” They pause as the Shadowguy leans on them slightly.
The Shadowguy, face practically glowing pinkish-red, stutters a bit from emotion. He tries to say his own name, but it comes out as a series of sputtering squeaks.
Luckily, he had prepared for this.
He grabs a card from his pocket and clumsily hands it to Percy, then quickly turns away from them with his hat covering his face.
“nice to meet you uh…” Percy looks at the card, puzzled. The handwriting was barely legible chickenscratch…they turn the card upside down to see if would be easier to read.
“Sta…ooo? Wait- no- cca…fo? To! Staccato? That right? Your name’s Staccato?” Percy looks at the Shadowguy, then back to the card, then back to him again.
Staccato turns to face Percy and nods. He's able to speak a bit more clearly, though it's clear that he's still shy.
Since Percy probably doesn't completely understand him, Staccato uses his hands to help articulate his point. Something about physical contact and starving.
Staccato shakes his head with a frenzied honk. He lets out a few squeaks like his namesake and tries to calm Percy down. He grabs another name card and a pen from his pocket and begins to write.
In messy chicken scratch, the note reads "Touch-starved".
”OOOOH. Oh. OH. Okay. That makes more sense.” Percy sits back down. “So how do you want me to remedy that?” Percy awkwardly holds Staccato’s hand, rubbing his knuckles with their thumb. “There? There?”
Percy continues, and pulls Staccato closer as well, almost into their lap. “I’ve never…I’m not used to being clung to…” they titter nervously and reached to massage his shoulders. “Tense…Tenna works you hard, huh?”
Staccato stays mostly silent, but he nods. He emits a low, rumbling legato as he starts to relax a bit.
From outside the Green Room, a few Shadowguys are having a conversation. It's pretty muffled from where Staccato and Percy are sitting, but it sounds like it's getting closer.
Percy doesn’t notice, as he’s busy massaging Staccato’s shoulders, brushing off the approaching chatter as a group of Pippinses taking a break, or Zappers on patrol. His eyelids droop and he yawns softly. “Yeah. He’s working me hard too. A paper jockey’s work is never done here yknow? Tenna needs everything going everywhere at once…”
”I am.” Percy nods and shifts a bit. “Hey Tens, what’ve you been up to? Haven’t seen you around. Or maybe I have…” they yawn and idly squeeze Staccato’s hand. “Heh. Baby hands. Not size wise, texture wise.” They turn their head to the new guy. “Who’s this?”
It's hard to hear Percy over the sound of musical purring. The Shadowguys figuratively melt onto Percy.
[I'm Stanza] new guy chirps.
Stanza explains what Tenor's been up to.
(A few weeks ago, Tenor woke up feeling glooby. He took sick leave, and Tenna docked his points. A bunch of Shadowguys had his back, including Stanza, and successfully got Tenna to raise Tenor's pay back to the previous amount.)
Tenor nods as Stanza explains what happened. Tenor doesn't speak a single note.
A fourth Shadowguy smiles and gently holds Tenor's hand, reaching across Percy and Staccato to do so. He realizes what he's doing and apologizes to them.
”and you guys didn’t try to get him a one point raise?” Percy huffs in mock annoyance, “some friends you are.” Percy yelps as a Shadowguy all but falls into their lap reaching for Tenor.
having this many Shadowguys pressed close to them was odd. The Darkners were warm and cool at the same time and sometimes, Percy swore their eyes were playing with them, as little wisps of shadow dart across their lap. “We got quite the flash mob going on here.” They chuckle, scritching behind the ears of the Shadowguy in their lap. “Who might this lil lapcat be?”
“It’s nice to meet you, Forte.” Percy hums softly, gently attacking the sensitive nerves behind the ears. They pause as they feel the shape and texture.
“Huh. Almost exactly like a cat’s. Does that mean your hearing’s good? Sense of smell? Do feline Shadowguys have a Jacobson gland? Flehmen response?”
they facepalm and pull their hood up. “God. WOW. I have shit people skills. I’m so sorry. I love cats. I have one at home. His name is Buddy. With how much he sheds I’m surprised I haven’t seen a darkworld version of all his fur that’s been gathering behind the tv.”
”well shit now I don’t want to leave.” Percy laughs as Stanza and Tenor begin to sniff them. “Yall are too damn cute.” Percy kisses Staccato’s hand. “I could gobble you up. OM-nom-nom-nom-nom!” They growl at Tenor, eliciting a surprised squeak from them
could you do one for a nice relaxing night in the green room with a Shadowguy unused to touch who soon falls victims to cuddles and realizes “oh shit this is amazing” and gets even more cuddly and more (maybe like, 6?) Shadowguys show up and it’s just a massive purring cuddle puddle? (No sexual touching, just good vibes and someone who needs to be buried in Shadowguys lol)
The Green Room was mostly empty, save for Ramb, who was behind the bar, a cheerful Pippins, who was ordering a drink, and a tired-looking Shadowguy, who was sitting in front of one of the gaming TVs. The Shadowguy sighed a deflating diminuendo and checked his watch. He smiled slightly. His shift had finished.
”Boo.” Hands cover the Shadowguy’s face. Percy, one of the Lightners that found their way to TV World had snuck up behind him. They snicker and jump over the back of couch, scooching closer, almost invading the Darkner’s space. “Rrrrr?” They trill, or roll their r’s curiously. Having spent more time with Shadowguys than any other Darkner, they’ve learned a few sounds and what they mean.
“What’s your name?” Percy tips his head, “there’s so many of you Shadowguys and so many names and a few that have no direct English translation so I gotta remember notes and rests and- bluh! It’s a lot!” They laugh and scoot away a bit. “My names Percy.” They pause as the Shadowguy leans on them slightly.
The Shadowguy, face practically glowing pinkish-red, stutters a bit from emotion. He tries to say his own name, but it comes out as a series of sputtering squeaks.
Luckily, he had prepared for this.
He grabs a card from his pocket and clumsily hands it to Percy, then quickly turns away from them with his hat covering his face.
“nice to meet you uh…” Percy looks at the card, puzzled. The handwriting was barely legible chickenscratch…they turn the card upside down to see if would be easier to read.
“Sta…ooo? Wait- no- cca…fo? To! Staccato? That right? Your name’s Staccato?” Percy looks at the Shadowguy, then back to the card, then back to him again.
Staccato turns to face Percy and nods. He's able to speak a bit more clearly, though it's clear that he's still shy.
Since Percy probably doesn't completely understand him, Staccato uses his hands to help articulate his point. Something about physical contact and starving.
Staccato shakes his head with a frenzied honk. He lets out a few squeaks like his namesake and tries to calm Percy down. He grabs another name card and a pen from his pocket and begins to write.
In messy chicken scratch, the note reads "Touch-starved".
”OOOOH. Oh. OH. Okay. That makes more sense.” Percy sits back down. “So how do you want me to remedy that?” Percy awkwardly holds Staccato’s hand, rubbing his knuckles with their thumb. “There? There?”
Percy continues, and pulls Staccato closer as well, almost into their lap. “I’ve never…I’m not used to being clung to…” they titter nervously and reached to massage his shoulders. “Tense…Tenna works you hard, huh?”
Staccato stays mostly silent, but he nods. He emits a low, rumbling legato as he starts to relax a bit.
From outside the Green Room, a few Shadowguys are having a conversation. It's pretty muffled from where Staccato and Percy are sitting, but it sounds like it's getting closer.
Percy doesn’t notice, as he’s busy massaging Staccato’s shoulders, brushing off the approaching chatter as a group of Pippinses taking a break, or Zappers on patrol. His eyelids droop and he yawns softly. “Yeah. He’s working me hard too. A paper jockey’s work is never done here yknow? Tenna needs everything going everywhere at once…”
”I am.” Percy nods and shifts a bit. “Hey Tens, what’ve you been up to? Haven’t seen you around. Or maybe I have…” they yawn and idly squeeze Staccato’s hand. “Heh. Baby hands. Not size wise, texture wise.” They turn their head to the new guy. “Who’s this?”
It's hard to hear Percy over the sound of musical purring. The Shadowguys figuratively melt onto Percy.
[I'm Stanza] new guy chirps.
Stanza explains what Tenor's been up to.
(A few weeks ago, Tenor woke up feeling glooby. He took sick leave, and Tenna docked his points. A bunch of Shadowguys had his back, including Stanza, and successfully got Tenna to raise Tenor's pay back to the previous amount.)
Tenor nods as Stanza explains what happened. Tenor doesn't speak a single note.
A fourth Shadowguy smiles and gently holds Tenor's hand, reaching across Percy and Staccato to do so. He realizes what he's doing and apologizes to them.
”and you guys didn’t try to get him a one point raise?” Percy huffs in mock annoyance, “some friends you are.” Percy yelps as a Shadowguy all but falls into their lap reaching for Tenor.
having this many Shadowguys pressed close to them was odd. The Darkners were warm and cool at the same time and sometimes, Percy swore their eyes were playing with them, as little wisps of shadow dart across their lap. “We got quite the flash mob going on here.” They chuckle, scritching behind the ears of the Shadowguy in their lap. “Who might this lil lapcat be?”
“It’s nice to meet you, Forte.” Percy hums softly, gently attacking the sensitive nerves behind the ears. They pause as they feel the shape and texture.
“Huh. Almost exactly like a cat’s. Does that mean your hearing’s good? Sense of smell? Do feline Shadowguys have a Jacobson gland? Flehmen response?”
they facepalm and pull their hood up. “God. WOW. I have shit people skills. I’m so sorry. I love cats. I have one at home. His name is Buddy. With how much he sheds I’m surprised I haven’t seen a darkworld version of all his fur that’s been gathering behind the tv.”
could you do one for a nice relaxing night in the green room with a Shadowguy unused to touch who soon falls victims to cuddles and realizes “oh shit this is amazing” and gets even more cuddly and more (maybe like, 6?) Shadowguys show up and it’s just a massive purring cuddle puddle? (No sexual touching, just good vibes and someone who needs to be buried in Shadowguys lol)
The Green Room was mostly empty, save for Ramb, who was behind the bar, a cheerful Pippins, who was ordering a drink, and a tired-looking Shadowguy, who was sitting in front of one of the gaming TVs. The Shadowguy sighed a deflating diminuendo and checked his watch. He smiled slightly. His shift had finished.
”Boo.” Hands cover the Shadowguy’s face. Percy, one of the Lightners that found their way to TV World had snuck up behind him. They snicker and jump over the back of couch, scooching closer, almost invading the Darkner’s space. “Rrrrr?” They trill, or roll their r’s curiously. Having spent more time with Shadowguys than any other Darkner, they’ve learned a few sounds and what they mean.
“What’s your name?” Percy tips his head, “there’s so many of you Shadowguys and so many names and a few that have no direct English translation so I gotta remember notes and rests and- bluh! It’s a lot!” They laugh and scoot away a bit. “My names Percy.” They pause as the Shadowguy leans on them slightly.
The Shadowguy, face practically glowing pinkish-red, stutters a bit from emotion. He tries to say his own name, but it comes out as a series of sputtering squeaks.
Luckily, he had prepared for this.
He grabs a card from his pocket and clumsily hands it to Percy, then quickly turns away from them with his hat covering his face.
“nice to meet you uh…” Percy looks at the card, puzzled. The handwriting was barely legible chickenscratch…they turn the card upside down to see if would be easier to read.
“Sta…ooo? Wait- no- cca…fo? To! Staccato? That right? Your name’s Staccato?” Percy looks at the Shadowguy, then back to the card, then back to him again.
Staccato turns to face Percy and nods. He's able to speak a bit more clearly, though it's clear that he's still shy.
Since Percy probably doesn't completely understand him, Staccato uses his hands to help articulate his point. Something about physical contact and starving.
Staccato shakes his head with a frenzied honk. He lets out a few squeaks like his namesake and tries to calm Percy down. He grabs another name card and a pen from his pocket and begins to write.
In messy chicken scratch, the note reads "Touch-starved".
”OOOOH. Oh. OH. Okay. That makes more sense.” Percy sits back down. “So how do you want me to remedy that?” Percy awkwardly holds Staccato’s hand, rubbing his knuckles with their thumb. “There? There?”
Percy continues, and pulls Staccato closer as well, almost into their lap. “I’ve never…I’m not used to being clung to…” they titter nervously and reached to massage his shoulders. “Tense…Tenna works you hard, huh?”
Staccato stays mostly silent, but he nods. He emits a low, rumbling legato as he starts to relax a bit.
From outside the Green Room, a few Shadowguys are having a conversation. It's pretty muffled from where Staccato and Percy are sitting, but it sounds like it's getting closer.
Percy doesn’t notice, as he’s busy massaging Staccato’s shoulders, brushing off the approaching chatter as a group of Pippinses taking a break, or Zappers on patrol. His eyelids droop and he yawns softly. “Yeah. He’s working me hard too. A paper jockey’s work is never done here yknow? Tenna needs everything going everywhere at once…”
”I am.” Percy nods and shifts a bit. “Hey Tens, what’ve you been up to? Haven’t seen you around. Or maybe I have…” they yawn and idly squeeze Staccato’s hand. “Heh. Baby hands. Not size wise, texture wise.” They turn their head to the new guy. “Who’s this?”
It's hard to hear Percy over the sound of musical purring. The Shadowguys figuratively melt onto Percy.
[I'm Stanza] new guy chirps.
Stanza explains what Tenor's been up to.
(A few weeks ago, Tenor woke up feeling glooby. He took sick leave, and Tenna docked his points. A bunch of Shadowguys had his back, including Stanza, and successfully got Tenna to raise Tenor's pay back to the previous amount.)
Tenor nods as Stanza explains what happened. Tenor doesn't speak a single note.
A fourth Shadowguy smiles and gently holds Tenor's hand, reaching across Percy and Staccato to do so. He realizes what he's doing and apologizes to them.
”and you guys didn’t try to get him a one point raise?” Percy huffs in mock annoyance, “some friends you are.” Percy yelps as a Shadowguy all but falls into their lap reaching for Tenor.
having this many Shadowguys pressed close to them was odd. The Darkners were warm and cool at the same time and sometimes, Percy swore their eyes were playing with them, as little wisps of shadow dart across their lap. “We got quite the flash mob going on here.” They chuckle, scritching behind the ears of the Shadowguy in their lap. “Who might this lil lapcat be?”
could you do one for a nice relaxing night in the green room with a Shadowguy unused to touch who soon falls victims to cuddles and realizes “oh shit this is amazing” and gets even more cuddly and more (maybe like, 6?) Shadowguys show up and it’s just a massive purring cuddle puddle? (No sexual touching, just good vibes and someone who needs to be buried in Shadowguys lol)
The Green Room was mostly empty, save for Ramb, who was behind the bar, a cheerful Pippins, who was ordering a drink, and a tired-looking Shadowguy, who was sitting in front of one of the gaming TVs. The Shadowguy sighed a deflating diminuendo and checked his watch. He smiled slightly. His shift had finished.
”Boo.” Hands cover the Shadowguy’s face. Percy, one of the Lightners that found their way to TV World had snuck up behind him. They snicker and jump over the back of couch, scooching closer, almost invading the Darkner’s space. “Rrrrr?” They trill, or roll their r’s curiously. Having spent more time with Shadowguys than any other Darkner, they’ve learned a few sounds and what they mean.
“What’s your name?” Percy tips his head, “there’s so many of you Shadowguys and so many names and a few that have no direct English translation so I gotta remember notes and rests and- bluh! It’s a lot!” They laugh and scoot away a bit. “My names Percy.” They pause as the Shadowguy leans on them slightly.
The Shadowguy, face practically glowing pinkish-red, stutters a bit from emotion. He tries to say his own name, but it comes out as a series of sputtering squeaks.
Luckily, he had prepared for this.
He grabs a card from his pocket and clumsily hands it to Percy, then quickly turns away from them with his hat covering his face.
“nice to meet you uh…” Percy looks at the card, puzzled. The handwriting was barely legible chickenscratch…they turn the card upside down to see if would be easier to read.
“Sta…ooo? Wait- no- cca…fo? To! Staccato? That right? Your name’s Staccato?” Percy looks at the Shadowguy, then back to the card, then back to him again.
Staccato turns to face Percy and nods. He's able to speak a bit more clearly, though it's clear that he's still shy.
Since Percy probably doesn't completely understand him, Staccato uses his hands to help articulate his point. Something about physical contact and starving.
Staccato shakes his head with a frenzied honk. He lets out a few squeaks like his namesake and tries to calm Percy down. He grabs another name card and a pen from his pocket and begins to write.
In messy chicken scratch, the note reads "Touch-starved".
”OOOOH. Oh. OH. Okay. That makes more sense.” Percy sits back down. “So how do you want me to remedy that?” Percy awkwardly holds Staccato’s hand, rubbing his knuckles with their thumb. “There? There?”
Percy continues, and pulls Staccato closer as well, almost into their lap. “I’ve never…I’m not used to being clung to…” they titter nervously and reached to massage his shoulders. “Tense…Tenna works you hard, huh?”
Staccato stays mostly silent, but he nods. He emits a low, rumbling legato as he starts to relax a bit.
From outside the Green Room, a few Shadowguys are having a conversation. It's pretty muffled from where Staccato and Percy are sitting, but it sounds like it's getting closer.
Percy doesn’t notice, as he’s busy massaging Staccato’s shoulders, brushing off the approaching chatter as a group of Pippinses taking a break, or Zappers on patrol. His eyelids droop and he yawns softly. “Yeah. He’s working me hard too. A paper jockey’s work is never done here yknow? Tenna needs everything going everywhere at once…”
”I am.” Percy nods and shifts a bit. “Hey Tens, what’ve you been up to? Haven’t seen you around. Or maybe I have…” they yawn and idly squeeze Staccato’s hand. “Heh. Baby hands. Not size wise, texture wise.” They turn their head to the new guy. “Who’s this?”
It's hard to hear Percy over the sound of musical purring. The Shadowguys figuratively melt onto Percy.
[I'm Stanza] new guy chirps.
Stanza explains what Tenor's been up to.
(A few weeks ago, Tenor woke up feeling glooby. He took sick leave, and Tenna docked his points. A bunch of Shadowguys had his back, including Stanza, and successfully got Tenna to raise Tenor's pay back to the previous amount.)
Tenor nods as Stanza explains what happened. Tenor doesn't speak a single note.
A fourth Shadowguy smiles and gently holds Tenor's hand, reaching across Percy and Staccato to do so. He realizes what he's doing and apologizes to them.
could you do one for a nice relaxing night in the green room with a Shadowguy unused to touch who soon falls victims to cuddles and realizes “oh shit this is amazing” and gets even more cuddly and more (maybe like, 6?) Shadowguys show up and it’s just a massive purring cuddle puddle? (No sexual touching, just good vibes and someone who needs to be buried in Shadowguys lol)
The Green Room was mostly empty, save for Ramb, who was behind the bar, a cheerful Pippins, who was ordering a drink, and a tired-looking Shadowguy, who was sitting in front of one of the gaming TVs. The Shadowguy sighed a deflating diminuendo and checked his watch. He smiled slightly. His shift had finished.
”Boo.” Hands cover the Shadowguy’s face. Percy, one of the Lightners that found their way to TV World had snuck up behind him. They snicker and jump over the back of couch, scooching closer, almost invading the Darkner’s space. “Rrrrr?” They trill, or roll their r’s curiously. Having spent more time with Shadowguys than any other Darkner, they’ve learned a few sounds and what they mean.
“What’s your name?” Percy tips his head, “there’s so many of you Shadowguys and so many names and a few that have no direct English translation so I gotta remember notes and rests and- bluh! It’s a lot!” They laugh and scoot away a bit. “My names Percy.” They pause as the Shadowguy leans on them slightly.
The Shadowguy, face practically glowing pinkish-red, stutters a bit from emotion. He tries to say his own name, but it comes out as a series of sputtering squeaks.
Luckily, he had prepared for this.
He grabs a card from his pocket and clumsily hands it to Percy, then quickly turns away from them with his hat covering his face.
“nice to meet you uh…” Percy looks at the card, puzzled. The handwriting was barely legible chickenscratch…they turn the card upside down to see if would be easier to read.
“Sta…ooo? Wait- no- cca…fo? To! Staccato? That right? Your name’s Staccato?” Percy looks at the Shadowguy, then back to the card, then back to him again.
Staccato turns to face Percy and nods. He's able to speak a bit more clearly, though it's clear that he's still shy.
Since Percy probably doesn't completely understand him, Staccato uses his hands to help articulate his point. Something about physical contact and starving.
Staccato shakes his head with a frenzied honk. He lets out a few squeaks like his namesake and tries to calm Percy down. He grabs another name card and a pen from his pocket and begins to write.
In messy chicken scratch, the note reads "Touch-starved".
”OOOOH. Oh. OH. Okay. That makes more sense.” Percy sits back down. “So how do you want me to remedy that?” Percy awkwardly holds Staccato’s hand, rubbing his knuckles with their thumb. “There? There?”
Percy continues, and pulls Staccato closer as well, almost into their lap. “I’ve never…I’m not used to being clung to…” they titter nervously and reached to massage his shoulders. “Tense…Tenna works you hard, huh?”
Staccato stays mostly silent, but he nods. He emits a low, rumbling legato as he starts to relax a bit.
From outside the Green Room, a few Shadowguys are having a conversation. It's pretty muffled from where Staccato and Percy are sitting, but it sounds like it's getting closer.
Percy doesn’t notice, as he’s busy massaging Staccato’s shoulders, brushing off the approaching chatter as a group of Pippinses taking a break, or Zappers on patrol. His eyelids droop and he yawns softly. “Yeah. He’s working me hard too. A paper jockey’s work is never done here yknow? Tenna needs everything going everywhere at once…”
could you do one for a nice relaxing night in the green room with a Shadowguy unused to touch who soon falls victims to cuddles and realizes “oh shit this is amazing” and gets even more cuddly and more (maybe like, 6?) Shadowguys show up and it’s just a massive purring cuddle puddle? (No sexual touching, just good vibes and someone who needs to be buried in Shadowguys lol)
The Green Room was mostly empty, save for Ramb, who was behind the bar, a cheerful Pippins, who was ordering a drink, and a tired-looking Shadowguy, who was sitting in front of one of the gaming TVs. The Shadowguy sighed a deflating diminuendo and checked his watch. He smiled slightly. His shift had finished.
”Boo.” Hands cover the Shadowguy’s face. Percy, one of the Lightners that found their way to TV World had snuck up behind him. They snicker and jump over the back of couch, scooching closer, almost invading the Darkner’s space. “Rrrrr?” They trill, or roll their r’s curiously. Having spent more time with Shadowguys than any other Darkner, they’ve learned a few sounds and what they mean.
“What’s your name?” Percy tips his head, “there’s so many of you Shadowguys and so many names and a few that have no direct English translation so I gotta remember notes and rests and- bluh! It’s a lot!” They laugh and scoot away a bit. “My names Percy.” They pause as the Shadowguy leans on them slightly.
The Shadowguy, face practically glowing pinkish-red, stutters a bit from emotion. He tries to say his own name, but it comes out as a series of sputtering squeaks.
Luckily, he had prepared for this.
He grabs a card from his pocket and clumsily hands it to Percy, then quickly turns away from them with his hat covering his face.
“nice to meet you uh…” Percy looks at the card, puzzled. The handwriting was barely legible chickenscratch…they turn the card upside down to see if would be easier to read.
“Sta…ooo? Wait- no- cca…fo? To! Staccato? That right? Your name’s Staccato?” Percy looks at the Shadowguy, then back to the card, then back to him again.
Staccato turns to face Percy and nods. He's able to speak a bit more clearly, though it's clear that he's still shy.
Since Percy probably doesn't completely understand him, Staccato uses his hands to help articulate his point. Something about physical contact and starving.
Staccato shakes his head with a frenzied honk. He lets out a few squeaks like his namesake and tries to calm Percy down. He grabs another name card and a pen from his pocket and begins to write.
In messy chicken scratch, the note reads "Touch-starved".
”OOOOH. Oh. OH. Okay. That makes more sense.” Percy sits back down. “So how do you want me to remedy that?” Percy awkwardly holds Staccato’s hand, rubbing his knuckles with their thumb. “There? There?”
Percy continues, and pulls Staccato closer as well, almost into their lap. “I’ve never…I’m not used to being clung to…” they titter nervously and reached to massage his shoulders. “Tense…Tenna works you hard, huh?”
Staccato stays mostly silent, but he nods. He emits a low, rumbling legato as he starts to relax a bit.
From outside the Green Room, a few Shadowguys are having a conversation. It's pretty muffled from where Staccato and Percy are sitting, but it sounds like it's getting closer.
Percy doesn’t notice, as he’s busy massaging Staccato’s shoulders, brushing off the approaching chatter as a group of Pippinses taking a break, or Zappers on patrol. His eyelids droop and he yawns softly. “Yeah. He’s working me hard too. A paper jockey’s work is never done here yknow? Tenna needs everything going everywhere at once…”
could you do one for a nice relaxing night in the green room with a Shadowguy unused to touch who soon falls victims to cuddles and realizes “oh shit this is amazing” and gets even more cuddly and more (maybe like, 6?) Shadowguys show up and it’s just a massive purring cuddle puddle? (No sexual touching, just good vibes and someone who needs to be buried in Shadowguys lol)
The Green Room was mostly empty, save for Ramb, who was behind the bar, a cheerful Pippins, who was ordering a drink, and a tired-looking Shadowguy, who was sitting in front of one of the gaming TVs. The Shadowguy sighed a deflating diminuendo and checked his watch. He smiled slightly. His shift had finished.
”Boo.” Hands cover the Shadowguy’s face. Percy, one of the Lightners that found their way to TV World had snuck up behind him. They snicker and jump over the back of couch, scooching closer, almost invading the Darkner’s space. “Rrrrr?” They trill, or roll their r’s curiously. Having spent more time with Shadowguys than any other Darkner, they’ve learned a few sounds and what they mean.
“What’s your name?” Percy tips his head, “there’s so many of you Shadowguys and so many names and a few that have no direct English translation so I gotta remember notes and rests and- bluh! It’s a lot!” They laugh and scoot away a bit. “My names Percy.” They pause as the Shadowguy leans on them slightly.
The Shadowguy, face practically glowing pinkish-red, stutters a bit from emotion. He tries to say his own name, but it comes out as a series of sputtering squeaks.
Luckily, he had prepared for this.
He grabs a card from his pocket and clumsily hands it to Percy, then quickly turns away from them with his hat covering his face.
“nice to meet you uh…” Percy looks at the card, puzzled. The handwriting was barely legible chickenscratch…they turn the card upside down to see if would be easier to read.
“Sta…ooo? Wait- no- cca…fo? To! Staccato? That right? Your name’s Staccato?” Percy looks at the Shadowguy, then back to the card, then back to him again.
Staccato turns to face Percy and nods. He's able to speak a bit more clearly, though it's clear that he's still shy.
Since Percy probably doesn't completely understand him, Staccato uses his hands to help articulate his point. Something about physical contact and starving.
Staccato shakes his head with a frenzied honk. He lets out a few squeaks like his namesake and tries to calm Percy down. He grabs another name card and a pen from his pocket and begins to write.
In messy chicken scratch, the note reads "Touch-starved".
”OOOOH. Oh. OH. Okay. That makes more sense.” Percy sits back down. “So how do you want me to remedy that?” Percy awkwardly holds Staccato’s hand, rubbing his knuckles with their thumb. “There? There?”
Percy continues, and pulls Staccato closer as well, almost into their lap. “I’ve never…I’m not used to being clung to…” they titter nervously and reached to massage his shoulders. “Tense…Tenna works you hard, huh?”
Staccato stays mostly silent, but he nods. He emits a low, rumbling legato as he starts to relax a bit.
From outside the Green Room, a few Shadowguys are having a conversation. It's pretty muffled from where Staccato and Percy are sitting, but it sounds like it's getting closer.
could you do one for a nice relaxing night in the green room with a Shadowguy unused to touch who soon falls victims to cuddles and realizes “oh shit this is amazing” and gets even more cuddly and more (maybe like, 6?) Shadowguys show up and it’s just a massive purring cuddle puddle? (No sexual touching, just good vibes and someone who needs to be buried in Shadowguys lol)
The Green Room was mostly empty, save for Ramb, who was behind the bar, a cheerful Pippins, who was ordering a drink, and a tired-looking Shadowguy, who was sitting in front of one of the gaming TVs. The Shadowguy sighed a deflating diminuendo and checked his watch. He smiled slightly. His shift had finished.
”Boo.” Hands cover the Shadowguy’s face. Percy, one of the Lightners that found their way to TV World had snuck up behind him. They snicker and jump over the back of couch, scooching closer, almost invading the Darkner’s space. “Rrrrr?” They trill, or roll their r’s curiously. Having spent more time with Shadowguys than any other Darkner, they’ve learned a few sounds and what they mean.
“What’s your name?” Percy tips his head, “there’s so many of you Shadowguys and so many names and a few that have no direct English translation so I gotta remember notes and rests and- bluh! It’s a lot!” They laugh and scoot away a bit. “My names Percy.” They pause as the Shadowguy leans on them slightly.
The Shadowguy, face practically glowing pinkish-red, stutters a bit from emotion. He tries to say his own name, but it comes out as a series of sputtering squeaks.
Luckily, he had prepared for this.
He grabs a card from his pocket and clumsily hands it to Percy, then quickly turns away from them with his hat covering his face.
“nice to meet you uh…” Percy looks at the card, puzzled. The handwriting was barely legible chickenscratch…they turn the card upside down to see if would be easier to read.
“Sta…ooo? Wait- no- cca…fo? To! Staccato? That right? Your name’s Staccato?” Percy looks at the Shadowguy, then back to the card, then back to him again.
Staccato turns to face Percy and nods. He's able to speak a bit more clearly, though it's clear that he's still shy.
Since Percy probably doesn't completely understand him, Staccato uses his hands to help articulate his point. Something about physical contact and starving.
Staccato shakes his head with a frenzied honk. He lets out a few squeaks like his namesake and tries to calm Percy down. He grabs another name card and a pen from his pocket and begins to write.
In messy chicken scratch, the note reads "Touch-starved".
”OOOOH. Oh. OH. Okay. That makes more sense.” Percy sits back down. “So how do you want me to remedy that?” Percy awkwardly holds Staccato’s hand, rubbing his knuckles with their thumb. “There? There?”
could you do one for a nice relaxing night in the green room with a Shadowguy unused to touch who soon falls victims to cuddles and realizes “oh shit this is amazing” and gets even more cuddly and more (maybe like, 6?) Shadowguys show up and it’s just a massive purring cuddle puddle? (No sexual touching, just good vibes and someone who needs to be buried in Shadowguys lol)
The Green Room was mostly empty, save for Ramb, who was behind the bar, a cheerful Pippins, who was ordering a drink, and a tired-looking Shadowguy, who was sitting in front of one of the gaming TVs. The Shadowguy sighed a deflating diminuendo and checked his watch. He smiled slightly. His shift had finished.
”Boo.” Hands cover the Shadowguy’s face. Percy, one of the Lightners that found their way to TV World had snuck up behind him. They snicker and jump over the back of couch, scooching closer, almost invading the Darkner’s space. “Rrrrr?” They trill, or roll their r’s curiously. Having spent more time with Shadowguys than any other Darkner, they’ve learned a few sounds and what they mean.
“What’s your name?” Percy tips his head, “there’s so many of you Shadowguys and so many names and a few that have no direct English translation so I gotta remember notes and rests and- bluh! It’s a lot!” They laugh and scoot away a bit. “My names Percy.” They pause as the Shadowguy leans on them slightly.
The Shadowguy, face practically glowing pinkish-red, stutters a bit from emotion. He tries to say his own name, but it comes out as a series of sputtering squeaks.
Luckily, he had prepared for this.
He grabs a card from his pocket and clumsily hands it to Percy, then quickly turns away from them with his hat covering his face.
“nice to meet you uh…” Percy looks at the card, puzzled. The handwriting was barely legible chickenscratch…they turn the card upside down to see if would be easier to read.
“Sta…ooo? Wait- no- cca…fo? To! Staccato? That right? Your name’s Staccato?” Percy looks at the Shadowguy, then back to the card, then back to him again.
Staccato turns to face Percy and nods. He's able to speak a bit more clearly, though it's clear that he's still shy.
Since Percy probably doesn't completely understand him, Staccato uses his hands to help articulate his point. Something about physical contact and starving.
Staccato shakes his head with a frenzied honk. He lets out a few squeaks like his namesake and tries to calm Percy down. He grabs another name card and a pen from his pocket and begins to write.
In messy chicken scratch, the note reads "Touch-starved".
