I WILL BE THERE / private, planecrash

[B.Y.T.E !]

What had he gotten himself into? The feline sat paralyzed in his room with a paper bag over his head as usual, staring at a mirror propped up against the wall for him to stare at his appearance that was rather rugged from the lack of sleep from the previous night, the only changes being made was his paws reaching to pull off his labcoat. Yet again, Plane would stare at himself and play with the edge of his bag, barely lifting it up just so he could see himself for a moment. At first, he would see his normal face with those old burns and a tiny scar over his lip with dark green orbs blinking worriedly at the black shadow creep over his neck. His whole face was covered in a matter of seconds and he was met with a familiar appearance of white eyes staring...glowing softly….into his reflection. Anxiety flooded his senses as he pulled the bag over to revert the strange ailment, his heart pounding fast and his breath shallow as he flopped onto his side. "I-I mean...she's my friend. We care about each other and...she accepted this fate for a reason, right? Or is this all just out of pity? Dammit, Slys! Get yourself together!" The feline growled, smacking his paw right onto his face as he laid still on the cool floor for a moment in thought, though Hatbot was quick to wheel himself in and pull up his rather limp form as well as to yank off the bag. The small robot's hands flicked into a comb-like shape and raked through the ginger fur left untouched by the shadowy substance with care, though his cowlicks were rather persistent on staking in despite the bot's efforts to tidy up Planecrash. "Dr. Slys. You must keep yourself well groomed today or I will burn-burn-burn-burn the food on purpose. Mistress Roxie will be here soon, so I request that you lift your spirits for her." Hatbot buzzed, his form rolling out of the room to the small kitchen in his treehouse that wafted the glorious scent of all sorts of foods, his own stomach grumbling from the thought of his first proper meal in months. 

With a few minutes alone to himself in his room, he managed to find a red bowtie that seemed to be a bit big, but it was all he had found that seemed suitable to wear on a date with a beautiful woman like Roxanne. It would have to do seeing how he still had to fix up the table, which he found himself quickly turning from his room to go fix up. Candles, dim lighting, a vase full of pink hibiscus flowers instead of roses due to how overused they were (not to mention, it was rather hard to get some in a tropical setting), and a neat little table cloth over the table to keep things easy for Hatbot when they cleaned up together later. Plane nodded at the set up, finding himself now rushing over to his kitchen to check on the food and gawk at the fish cooking to a golden crisp, a potato soup bubbling with rich flavors and all sorts of food. It was almost too much, but he knew it would be nice to have leftovers for the coming days. Plane's white eyes watched his little creation work hard on the food and he couldn't help but feel grateful for the little creation, though he was a bit taken aback with it's sudden departure from the room and towards the front door, Plane following slowly behind only to see who Hatbot had gone to. "R-R-Roxanne, you-!" The unmasked feline squeaked, his eyes wide with surprise as he saw his date all dolled up with a bit a make up and care to her fluffy coat that made him feel like he hadn't done quite as good as she did. "- look beautiful. Absolutely breath-taking." He purred out, though it was clear he had embarrassed himself by doing so due to the awkward and breathless chuckle that followed.



"SPEECH"

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