#* devin;

[gallaxians]

closed starter for @aspcrity !

The way that his heart is pumping away in his chest is deafening. He didn’t know why he was here, what brought him out of the house today. Devin just knew that he couldn’t stay still. A thick layer of anxiety had collected under his skin, making his hands shake, and his appearance constantly flicker back and forth a dark sad blue and stark white - fear. “Umm?” Had that person been talking to him? He hadn’t noticed, disconnected from the alien world around him when all he was trying to do was make sense of what was happening on the inside. “I’m sorry,” He bows his head, wincing because he knows that he had outrightly changed his appearance right in front of this stranger, a thin layer of ice threatening to cover his cold and anxious body. “I don’t think I can help you? I didn’t hear what you said. I’m not from around here so if you need directions or something--” 

[gallaxians]

@kingpvns || devin and ??  plot: electronics are confusing. devin who never saves any number to his phone - because he doesn’t know how - has texted a random person. 

                He’s still trying to work out the whole cell phone thing. At first it was hard enough to adjust to texting and phone calls, and then there was the app store - so many apps, he thought just trying to turn on his phone would shut it down. Eventually Devin grew more technologically adept. And then he didn’t. 

[ mms ✉︎ ] 001.img [ sms ✉︎ ] i have found this dog and i am not giving them back [ sms ✉︎ ] how do you take care of a dog? is it like a little human but furry??? 

[gallaxians]

                   @grcvlty || devin and yang 

He’s clutching at the paper bag, the wind whipping around him. It’s cold, too cold that he doesn’t want to be outside but he’s willing to brave the snow as he enters the animal hospital. Devin only nods at the people at the front, sneaking his way past the desk to enter the back area. He’s been here enough in the last few weeks that they all know who he is. The blond easily slips into the office, not surprised to already find Yang waiting for him. 

“I made sandwiches.” He smiles shyly, pink tinging his hues. The parallel human was no master chef, but he was learning. Setting down the paper bag, he first sheds his coat and then his scarf - hiding the few bruises left on his skin. He had just bought that scarf yesterday, unsure to where the others had gone off to. It always seemed to be the first item he misplaced. Alas, it was the last thing on his mind as he moves around the desk, leaning against the wood as he stands beside where the other is seated. “How was your morning?” 

[gallaxians]

❖ + devin, what’s the oddest thing you’ve seen since coming to earth?

He rubs at the back of his neck, his silver eyes glinting in the light. Despite his steely exterior, he’s always been quite curious about this earth and the humans that walk it. “I think my biggest adjustment was the technology... and not in ours wasn’t so different. But...” He leans closer, lowering his voice to a whisper. “Your people are very open, you kiss in public and on the television... It’s very odd. AND you marry for love.” A hand places over his heart, despite all his time he could not wrap his head around it. 

“Oh yeah, plus you have these massive fish that eat people! It’s wild. You guys are crazy.” 

[gallaxians]

Oh my God I’m sorry to sin but a thought just hit me... If Devin’s appearance changes based on his mood... Say that he really wants to dick someone down. And as it’s a mood tied to... down there... say that he gets more and more... ehhh “endowed.” Can you say “size kink”? Lol. ...Please don’t judge me too hard— I’m in pain—

“I have a normal penis!” Devin is horrified at the implication, turning an icy white from head to toe. “I may be from a different earth but we are not that different!” 

[gallaxians]

Devin, what’s the most embarrassing change in your appearance that can happen, and what’s the emotion that goes with it?

“Uh...” He burns in hues of red and pink, his cheeks practically steaming with how warm they feel. When he speaks, he’s very quiet, wishing he could fold into himself and disappear. “This one time, I had the thing that you guys call alcohol... Um it was... a lot, physically. I think at one point my body stopped responding to all the mood changes and I looked like a giant uh rainbow... Or spray paint cans just exploded...” The metamorph bows his head. “It was weird, I don’t think I would like to experience that again. It made my head spin too--” 

[gallaxians]

“I’ll never let go.” @Devin

“Of what?” He’s sipping at his bubble tea, completely oblivious to the context of the conversation. His gaze slips to Vartouhi, his appearance mirroring hers in the slightest with his soft toned pink hair. Humbled and relaxed, with a hint of the bubbly nature of his underlying personality. Her expression seems quite serious in contrast to his, making Devin wonder just what he could have missed. 

He sets down the drink, removing the straw from between his lips or otherwise he would fuel his new found addiction. “I mean me too. Totally. What exactly... are we never letting go of?”