“Galaxicos let it get to his head so it’s no longer fun anymore. His tits suck, don’t they?”
“Galaxicos let it get to his head so it’s no longer fun anymore. His tits suck, don’t they?”
Galaxicos covers his mouth as soon as he realizes what he has just said. He knew immediately that this was a huge mistake, a move that could have been prevented if he hadn’t let his thoughts guide him alone. A drop of sweat and blush is noticeable on the ape, and he stretches his hand to want to grab the fox woman’s shoulder.
“Wait! I can explain that!” He stops his hand thinking that it was not the best, thinking that it would make Fara uncomfortable. He stops short and just looks at her trying to stay calm. his voice now felt a little weaker and submissive, but calm
“I didn’t mean that. It wasn’t my intention. Let my own feelings rule me …”. He hoped at least that she would let him explain “I didn’t want to make you feel like a replacement for … her.”
Brow arches, climbing above its twin in raw curiosity as she witnesses the ape’s severe reaction. The manner of which he had allowed his hands to meet his mouth in a display of–what, embarrassment? Surprise of himself? Her thoughts are stolen from her once his hand is lifted. Emerald gaze taking note of the hint of red that tints his cheeks all the while.
Let my own feelings rule me… Such a specific phrase lingers with her, speaking to her sense of empathy, though she refuses to allow her annoyance to fully fade. The manner of which he projects onto her isn’t something she’ll allow herself to shoulder for him – this friendship is still unfair, no matter how vulnerable he was acting tonight.
“What even am I to you, Aaron? Give me an honest answer and don’t–don’t try and bullshit me for once.”
There was no response after she finished her speech. Noting that she had a lot of guts to tell him to her face what a few women didn’t dare to say to him. There was too much sincerity in her voice and in Fara’s confident and teasing gaze that Galaxicos decided to lower his whip from her chin.
Does he really have friends in the Sargasso, despite all the homicide attempts that he tried to commit, despite the fact that she claims that he is creepy with her with the issue of being Wolf’s ex or all the bad times that he has committed by his fits of anger ?.
Why does she want to be his friend if she dislikes that about him so much?
There was no answer. In fact, Galaxicos did not find any answer to answer Fara, because that whole issue remained in his head. All of this made him too familiar and strange that …
He saves his whip in complete tranquility, without stopping looking into her eyes. Surely she is laughing at him now for this, or that is what he is thinking right now.
“You’re only wrong about something” he said finally. Searching for his box of cigarettes, he looking down at him “Don’t think I see you as a vile attempt at complacency.”
“You are so much like her …”
And that was all that came to mind of him …
Visibly relaxing once the weapon is removed from her chin, she still allows emerald eyes to pour into the taller chimpanzee before her. She can tell by looking at him that he was truly considering her words, and for that she’s grateful that it wasn’t viewed as a hopeless attack from a squirming fox girl underneath the pressure of a dangerous whip.
Tall ears give a gentle flop in the curious tilt of her head that she offers. “Like her? Is that why you keep me around, Galaxicos, to emulate some lost love of yours?”
He continues with the whip in his hand, with the tip of it on the girl’s chin. His smile disappeared when she snapped at those last words. Galaxicos focuses too much on seeing her in the eye. He could feel that she is afraid of him. The blush was gone, now the pale face of the ape looked cold intimidated the woman. He could have acted for now, but …
“I could do it … But I’d rather hear what you have to say first”
“What, so you can inflate your ego?” A small huff. “I’m tired of you using me as a tool for your own gain. I want to be your friend, not your constant adrenaline shot!”
“I know that’s why you continue to talk to me, Aaron. You get some kind of thrill that someone of my background here on Corneria doesn’t treat you like trash – and I know that my history with Wolf excites you in the most immature way possible. Any time I compliment you, any time I’m nice to you, you view it as some kind of sick victory, some kind of means to defy whatever horrible criticisms you have of yourself or the insults you might have heard from your peers, rather than someone being nice to you simply for the sake of being nice to you. Your attempts to constantly justify yourself has bled into your friendships, and you use us like instruments to validate your – your shitty, damaged ego than actually view us like friends right back!”
“This–THIS is why people struggle to tolerate you for long, Aaron. Because you threaten to whip people the second you don’t like what they have to say about you – you threaten to hurt your friends the moment they stop giving in to you! You don’t want anybody to ever be honest with you!”
While Fara is distracted by her laughter, the ape takes no time and stretches the tip of his whip towards Fara’s chin. looking up from her to him. Of course Aaron is still blushing, but with a mocking, or seductive smile.
“That may be because you’s been telling me dirty things about my body. I guess you’re not as ‘damsel’ as you look, right honey?. But I’m not interested in that, but in knowing how I can make you red as a tomato ”
She lets her laughter get away from her for a moment, soft giggles escape such dainty vulpine features before that whip meets her chin. She’s stopped in her tracks, body frozen. Frightened, though she wouldn’t allow her brilliant green emeralds to reflect any weakness – just like Monty taught her.
“I invite you to try, mister Galaxicos, but I’ll warn you, your time will be wasted and you won’t be pleased with what you’ll discover about how absolutely revolting I find you to sometimes be.”
"aaaw sorry darling. I did not listen to your comment seeing how you look at my pectorals and compare your breasts with mine" [ Thebastardmeteocrusherpilot]
“Getting too big for your britches, Aaron?”
Galaxicos blushes more at that comment. He knew she was playing with him, but still hearing that felt weird. The pilot smiles at the girl again "Let's say that having a big chest is not always helpful for certain things, and not having any hair there can weaken you a bit ...". He did not want to admit that he is very sensitive to cold. "You are lucky to have hair on your chest, if that's the case, Miss Phoenix"
Eyes lock onto the ape, ears perking if but momentarily before relaxing, falling as an easy smile pulls upon her small muzzle. “Personally, I don’t subscribe to such antiquated views. Where you have fur is none of my business and whether or not you have any makes no difference to me – though, I’m sure the opinion of some Cornerian brat means little to someone in such a position of power.”
“Ahaha, aww, he wants to get laid!”
"Oh please, don't feel jealous about that" Galaxicos laughs a little nervous, blushing "Having uh, big breasts is not very nice to say ... especially when it is not hairy ..."
“Do my tall ears deceive me? Did I hear that correctly? Aaron Galaxicos, fearsome pilot of the deadly Meteo Crusher – menace to all space foxes and their motley crew members – ashamed of his own glorious tits?”
“I can’t believe Galaxicos’s tits are bigger than mine.” Harrumph.
"Listen. If it was you, I'd already be hitting him with the nearest whiskey bottle. Don't let him do this to you." [ FailedAndrosa]
“Have we met? And better yet, why is this your business?”
“Thanks for the unsolicited advice, doctor. How much do I owe you?”
“Boys are so gross sometimes.”
“You caught me!”
“That’s so kind!”
“If I’m going to be crushed on, I don’t need to hear the names of any other ladies out of the same mouth. I won’t be anyone’s second best if they wanna be worth my interest; my standards are way too high for that game…”
“What, you mean you don’t like being objectified?!”
“You have completely missed my point. You’re hopeless. I’m done.”
“Everything has to be turned into a conversation about Krystal when it comes to you. I just watched you turn a pun about colors that had nothing to do with Krystal into a joke about her. You’ve demonstrated multiple times across multiple platforms just how frequently she occupies your thoughts and you deny it every single time you’re called out on it. You are a liar, and every time you apologize, you continue doing it anyways. I don’t like what I’m seeing from you at all.
You’re invasive and overbearing and obsessed.
“No! You are the person that’s freaking me out!”
She pulls her hoodie’s zipper all the way up and tightly folds her arms over her chest.
Galaxicos leaned against the wall, gazing at the space in that huge window. He had been feeling tired these days, and he was sick of flying for a long time, but finally stargazing in a moment of peace and comfort, the ape man fell in love with those small but charming lights. It made him feel at home, when he watched the nights in his sweet childhood or in the company of his beloved family.
Finally, he found a moment of peace that made him feel good.
He felt so good to sing.
“When you wish upon a star
Makes no difference who you are
Anything your heart desires
Will come to you”
He continues to sing.
The lounge seems to be quite slow tonight, occupied only by a handful of guests. Every one of them scattered across the bar, all minding their own business, tending to their drinks and enjoying their own time. The fennec has every intention to take her own seat–of course, with Monty, her ever-reliable body guard, set up with a glass of scotch at a close by table.
She moves to be seated with him, originally intending to wind her evening down with a couple of drinks with such a close friend, but with her quick trip towards her loved one, she catches a glimpse of him, Galaxicos, the chimpanzee she’d befriended. He seems sad, her emerald greens taking note of the manner in which he leaned against the wall, staring longingly out the window. Her large ear offers a curious flick as she chooses to approach him instead. He can hear the song he sings to himself – an old classic. One she, herself had known quite well.
“If your heart is in a dream, no request is too extreme, when you wish upon a star as dreamers do!”
I’m sorry for my behavior throughout the community. Can you forgive me?
“I have nothing to forgive you for, I haven’t been involved in your drama and I very much like to keep it that way. I don’t have the energy for you.”
"Hmm how bad " Galaxicos grabs his chin while looking worriedly towards Fara "This pain could last a whole day or more. But there are always other methods to help, like yawning hard for example" [ thebastardmeteocrusherpilot/// tbh im not a doctor lol ]
Opening and closing her mouth, she flexes her jaw in a fruitless attempt to get her large ear to finally pop and release the pressure that’s building up within her ear canal. The effort is fruitless, but she tries anyways.
“Yawning is a good technique, but in my experience, simulating a yawn doesn’t work. It has to be the real thing!”
"Any problem with your hearing, miss? Do you need help? " [ thebastardmeteocrusherpilot ]
“Oh, Galaxicos! Hi there!” She offers a warm smile, tall ears going slack and visibly relaxing into a friendly greeting. “No problem with my hearing… A-at least I think!”
“I just landed after testing prototypes all day long, and spending that much time between rapid atmospheric pressure changes causes the eustachian tube in our ears to experience an airflow imbalance. I’ve been chewing gum to get my ear to pop and stablize but it just won’t!”