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  ❝—Yeah, who somehow keeps winning popularity contests. ❞

Private, selective Float from Breeze in the Clouds. Weathered by Slushi. All Rules information and a few mun comfort details can be found in the link below, please refer to it before asking any questions. I have multiple Verses so I'm looking forward to RPing with most muses, I'm planning to create more Verses as they become necessary. At time of writing I have 2 that should encompass most scenarios Float could realistically be thrown into.

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     ︵‿︵‿︵‿୨ ⎯⎯ ✦ [ Carrd ] ✦⎯⎯ ୧‿︵‿︵‿︵

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My blog got hacked.

Like actually hacked.

I have a lot of feelings on the matter, I feel like I wanna puke, but more importantly if I posted anything weird or sent anyone weird IMs talking about "I got hacked, thought it was you and accidentally reported you and got all my friends to report you. Your blog is gonna get terminated soon if you don't act. I'm sorry I did this." That wasn't me.

This hacker wears RP Blogs like skin suits and spreads itself using the same tactics everytime. I feel so violated.

[seekerofdarkchocolate]

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"You see it now, don't you? The way chocolate was meant to be! Dark, and pure, with only the richness of coco influencing its flavor. Accept the darkness, and embrace your heart's true desire!"

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The rodent's heart desired darkness, he wasn't afraid of the darkness anymore, all this time he'd been trying to run and hide from his cravings, when in reality the only way to make peace with the dark chocolate you desire was to put it inside it's natural resting place.

 Over the lips, past the gums, soon the darkness would be inside him.

❝ I see now, Ansem, Seeker of Darkness™, the only way to truly enjoy chocolate is for it to be dark. ❞

 

 ❝ —Too bad I'm on a diet. ❞

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 X ⸻ Continued from here.  @lv-bites ───────────────────────────

 

 ❝ ... ❞

All of a sudden Float was starting to feel incredibly uncomfortable in Tough Love's presence.

❝ I'm... sure I do, but no matter how delicious I look, I'm not food. ❞ Float was getting quite sick of this song and dance from people who didn't have an ounce of self-control in their bodies. —Nobody ever practiced tact, nobody ever pulled their punches.

 Barring Pawbert of course, —credit where credit's due.

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"I woke you up, didn't I? I'm so sorry!" (from 2D)

 

❝ Don't mention it, but⸻ ❞

❝ Do you seriously have to play your instruments that loud? You're gonna get a noise complaint. ❞ Float would like to think he has one foot in youthful rebellion and one foot out of it.

He's not that old.

He's the chillest diplomat in existence and that's not even hyperbole.

But all of 2D & his crew's alternative electronica had been way over the line.

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“ Sssss. so what bringssss you here?” | have snake!caspian

 

What a penetrating question, —as what had made the mouse burst into the ZPD from outside off the street in a hurried rush, frantically looking for anyone in the lobby to assist him wasn't very flattering.

❝ Do you know where the bathroom is? ❞ Float asked the snake awkwardly.

He was a young adult, not to mention a diplomat back in Tropolis.

He isn't going to be caught dead peeing his non-existent pants.

[candymcker]

While the loud pop that followed the mouse emerging from the box should've been enough to catch the two of them by surprise— (Oh my Gosh— it's an ALIEN mouse?!) —it was the mouse talking what did it for Pizzelle. Alas, with how fast everything went— " W-wait— THE GLASS!! "

—BONK! And a gasp. " Oh no! " Alongside Rosette's exclamation of worry, all Pizzelle could do was wince. He didn't have time to reflect on the situation further, much less do anything to prevent the flying mouse from shooting straight for the parlor's large glass doors like a bird would a closed window. " I'll grab the first-aid kit— please make sure he's okay, hun! "

If the average three-year-old child needed an adult's help to push it open, a mouse-sized mouse wasn't going to accomplish anything other than leaving a literal mark.

...At least— (It's an alien mouse, thank Goodness.) —something good was coming out from the magical critter's sudden outburst. Cue a sigh. " Well— " The other was likely simply dazed, so the candy maker didn't approach. Just to prevent another freak out and run in with the door. Instead, he answered: " —this is our ice cream parlor, in... Earth, and— . " A pause. Understandable, because he wasn't there to witness it, he had to turn his head toward the back of the shop and rise his voice a bit. " Uh, Rosette? Where did you find him? Again? "

She wasn't visible from the front of the counter— " By the road! " —but a lot of rummaging could be heard. Someone really needed to tidy up that workshop.

" Okay, that's— that's fair. " Back to the mouse. " You... heard her, I hope. "

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Float was a mouse with the ability to levitate, his floating was usually accompanied by little blue sparkles that dusted around his feet like a male Tinkerbell.

—in all his years of "flight practice", he had never been so careless as to slam his face directly into a closed door but there was a first time for everything.

Float fell down on his face just as hard after the door slam, which seemed to end his floating as he now obeyed gravity like any other creature.

❝ —Earth... , ice cream parlor? ❞ Float said, picking his head up off the ground.

Of course he was back on earth, these 2 were humans.

No matter how hard he tries to leave this topsy turvy planet, it always seems to rope him back in like a lasso.

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zim: *steps on him*

 

 ❝ OW!!!! ❞

Float barely had time to let out a squeak before the alien's foot came crashing down on him.

Thankfully Zim was the size of a human child, had the alien been of a sightly more bulky build Float could have gotten seriously injured. —Zim's foot had landed directly in the middle of Float's back thanks to the mouse's fruitless attempt to run out of the way of the Irken's boot.

[sodoffyabuggers]

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Ever since being turned into a cat Worth had been struggling with his baser instincts. He'd always been a little impulsive, a little more focused on the bottom half of Maslow's hierarchy, and apparently that had translated over into a healthy hunting instinct when it came to bugs and birds and small mammals.

Like mice.

But a couple of unfortunate accidents had motivated him to go "cold turkey" and completely abstain from prowling around the city looking for something to chase around. And he'd been doing really good the last few weeks!

... But he'd never really been able to quit smoking either, and catching sight of the little blue mouse made his brain buzz and his paws flex. He WANTED TO all of a sudden again, but wouldn't-- really, actually shouldn't because as far as he could tell this particular mouse was special. (Regular city mice didn't usually wear dapper little outfits with bow ties!)

But he could still crouch down a bit closer to the tiny guy, tail high and hooked at the end, claws very CAREFULLY put away. There was still a good bit of mischievous glee in his grin, but he could hardly help that.

"Well lookie 'ere... Must be my DoorDash order! Hope they didn't forget th' CHEESE this time!"

He's kidding, he's kidding!

Just... don't start running and everything will probably be fine.

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❝ .... ❞ Float guessed he was due for a non-peaceful cat, —they can't all be like Pawbert.

Worth's barely maintained self-control was written all over his face.

❝ I don't know what DoorDash is. ❞ Float said, looking up towards the strange cat-man.

❝ .... ❞ Why would he run? No felines in Tropolis ever chased him, felines were his neighbors, his friends even.

 —as personable as you can get with neighbors from an ivory tower.

Then again, this wasn't Tropolis, this was the crazy, chaotic human world where everything is upside down and there was about a 50% chance every cat you meet wanted you for lunch.

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( @le-chateau-fromage ) "Your accent is very charming!" Palomine bubbled. "Oh! Could you say something for me? Could you say, 'HEY! I AM WALKING HERE'! Please~? Oh, one moment." She set up a voice recorder. "Whenever you are ready~!"

 

❝ Accent huh? ❞ Earthlings did say he sounded vaguely New Jersey, —whatever that means to a mouse from another dimension.

 ❝ Let me give it a shot. ❞

Float takes a moment to clear his throat.  

 ❝ Hey! I'm walk'in here! ❞  

    ❝ How was that? ❝

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˚ .˚ 🐾❄️ ˖ ˚ 𓂂 . ────  That insignificant amount of praise, for doing nothing but still still for a few minutes, really shouldn't bring a stupid grin to Pawbert's face the way it did but there it was. And it inspires him to sit up a little straighter, a proud expression sitting on his face.

And a shake of his head's given when mention of a break is made. "No, I'm good." Especially if it was just a few more minutes. And frankly Pawbert was excited to see the finished product the little mouse was working at so tenaciously.

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Float was on the home stretch now, he had to make some last minute edits, erasing things like Pawbert's paws (truly an unforgivable war crime) as they didn't make sense given how close the composition of his sketch leaned into Pawbert's head and shoulders as it's focal point.

❝ Done! ❞ The mouse presented his picture of Pawbert's likeness on his tiny notepad.

❝ I can get little sketches like this done pretty fast when I don't have to worry about coloring. ❞ Through most of this process Pawbert had looked slightly annoyed with him, or at the very least indifferent to being used as the mouse's art subject, however, when drawing him, Float had decided to give Pawbert a warm smile as an artistic liberty.

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˚ .˚ 🐾❄️ ˖ ˚ 𓂂 . ────   A seat's taken close by and Pawbert tries his best to sit still. Head up -- he's not sure if he should be this still, or posing in any sort of way so he'll just sit there awkwardly. Eyes darting from side to side on occasion. "Is this good? You need me to do anything else?"

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❝ You're doing amazing sweetie! ❞ —said Float, replying to Pawbert without looking at him as the mouse continued to draw.

A Freudian slip and a double entendre seemed to be fusing together without the speaker (Float) even noticing. Pawbert's question only triggered it.

❝ Give me 2 more minutes, I promise I'll make it worth your while! ❞

Like how a magician never reveals his secrets, an artist often would sooner swallow their own pencil than reveal the artistic process in the middle of it's production.

❝ Tell me if you need to take a bathroom break or anything, I can pause. ❞ Float said, looking up at Pawbert briefly.

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“Well hello there! Aren’t you just a dapper little fellow? I had no idea they made fancy clothes in such a small size!”

 

 ❝ I mean, I'm not the only small animal in my home dimension. ❞

The list of vertically challenged animals that lived back in Tropolis was staggeringly massive. The cloud world was a massive place with all walks of life.

❝ I've met the occasional squirrel, mole, stoat and what-have-you that needed to be dressed. You can walk into a store in Tropolis and find clothing that ranges to accommodate everyone. ❞ —From the biggest bear to, well, the smallest mouse evidently.

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˚ .˚ 🐾❄️ ˖ ˚ 𓂂 . ────   Head tilts curiously at request, and an ear flicks as he considers it. "Really?" He ponders it for a moment longer, it's not like he has anything else to do.

And a shrug's given. "Yeah, okay -- sure." And he bends down to try to be more at level with the rodent. An index pointed his way before following in jest, "Just, don't make me look bad."

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 ❝ Wouldn't dream of it! ~❤️ ❞

With that, Float started busily sketching in his notebook, occasionally looking back up at Pawbert to make sure he was getting everything right, understandably the feline's fluffy cheeks were a point of difficulty, but weirdly enough the parts that weren't so fluffy also proved surprisingly difficult to capture the essence of, Pawbert's sweater, the hairless pads of his paws, a muzzle curve that wasn't too steep, —little pink nose.

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 X ⸻ Continued from here.  @reallynxley

 

 ❝ You're welcome! ❞

Float pulled out his notepad. ❝ I actually draw a lot in my spare time, you wouldn't have the time to model for me would ya? ❞

It shouldn't take long, —20 minutes tops. Pawbert could talk, move around slightly within reason, didn't matter really. Float just needed a rough draft.

Float promised he wouldn't extend this more than absolutely necessary. ~❤️

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“You are… a talking mouse… talking… Mouse” Viviana leans over, her hands on her knees to look at the small mouse “You can talk… Am I not going crazy, am I? Wait, don’t answer that! Talking mouse,” Vivi chuckles, “that’s crazy. You are adorable, nonetheless”

 

 ❝ I've been told. ❞ —said Float, getting less and less humble by the day.

❝ Back in my home dimension, all animals can talk. ❞ Float said matter-of-factly. ❝ It's only in the human world you find such simple-minded creatures. ❞

With the way Float talks, you could imagine he's been away from home for a long time.

He's had to make do, finding kinship with the intelligent life on this planet and studying the feral ones.

Of course he'd like to head back home, but he's come to peace with the idea that wasn't happening any time soon. It was completely out of his control.