Sunstar was dressed in his usual pure white suit, his fiery hair tamed down into a more human looking pony tail as he looked around. His white skin glowing softly giving him a very ‘lightbulb’ look. “Yes, I know the robot that created this scape. His name is Plantman, he is very good at what he does.” He turned to watch all the guests mingle, the last time he’d come to a party it hadn’t ended as well as one would hope.
He also looked around to see if he could spot Mars and Terra, or possibly Apollo. His blue mate was lazy as ever, lounging somewhere no doubt, the giant gold digger. He looks up at Duo, taking in the giant space warrior again, he’d tried his best. But there wasn’t much you could do when you had a chicken wing and a giant fist to work with sometimes. Human styles didn’t work so well in that regard, Martian would. But this was an earth formal. “At these types of parties you enjoy yourself.” He snaps towards the bar. “I’m going to get a drink, do you want one?”
"Yes." He replies simply at first-- "I would like one of the small ones, housed in the inverted glass cones on the thin stands."-- and then far less simply, in his wordy vernacular for "martini". Duo didn't seem at all disappointed with the party, Sunstar should be able to see that Duo was pleased in his own stoic, robotic sort of way, but Duo was so deliberate about every little thing... Duo needed to loosen up, and it was a reasonable doubt that alcohol might not have any sort of effect on his strange physiology. Would Sunstar know how to introduce such a party-going concept to him?
"Perhaps soon I'll find Plantman again, and ask if he could use my hand in securing the integrity of this gathering's rules." ...One could only hope.
