Bartending...?

[space_puffin]

This is not an average bar tending.

The specials are:

Blue Puff Cubes
Green Milk
Ahch-Tonian grub
Fingerlip Garpon


Puffy the Porg stands on the top of the bar with large blinking eyes, staring out at everyone in the room. It's a very intelligent look. One that is a bit more intelligent than one might think.

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[childofrebellion]

There's a porg behind the Bar, Cassian rubs his eyes to be certain that's what he's seeing. He's been able to get some rest in Milliways but its been a long few weeks.

He comes closer to see that there are specials. Can porgs write? "Could I get a caf?"

[space_puffin]

He is in fact seeing a porg.

Puffy twaptwaptwaps over to Cassian and gives him a head tilt of a look.

"Croonqu?"

They can't write, but the Bar was kind enough to write for him.

A caf?

Humm...

The porg hops off the bar and is gone for a minute. Then he comes back with a covered mug in his mouth which he drops next to Cassian.

It's hot.

It smells like caf.

If it is actually good caf is up in the air.

[childofrebellion]

That's a better outcome than Cassian was expecting and he carefully opens the mug to smell what's in it.

It smells like caf and he takes a sip and makes a face, that's not good, "Um, thank you."

[space_puffin]

"Chriiup!" Which gives off a definite feeling of 'you're welcome'.

What? Does he expect a porg to make good caf? He should be happy it's caf... like...

Puffy runs off down the bar before returning once again with a bowl full of blue puff cubes.

[childofrebellion]

Those cubes are very blue, Cassian takes one with a nod, "These look nice."

[space_puffin]

They're the BEST.

Cassian should totally try one.

Puffy stares at him.

They tastes like really stale marshmallows. Mostly.

[childofrebellion]

Cassian eats one of the cubes which is sugary and kind of bland then nods making a satisfied noise.

[space_puffin]

Good. Good!

Puffy takes one for himself and crunches happily. Cassian seems nice. Maybe he'll give porg a scritch?

[childofrebellion]

Cassian takes another sip of his caf with only a small grimace, "Are these your favorites?"

[space_puffin]

Oh. Yes.

Very much!

They're the best things in the galaxy.

[childofrebellion]

"Then you should enjoy them," Cassian pushes the bowl towards the porg.

[space_puffin]

If Cassian insists. He grabbed one and crunched on it, radiating happiness.

Hopefully Cassian was feeling better after getting some ...we'll call it caf... and blue puff cubes.

[childofrebellion]

He stands up with a nod, he's going to find a table to work at and ask a rat for some better caf, "Thank you."

[angry_friendship_wolf]

Wait. GP?

No, no, this must be a different porg. He doesn't look quite right to be GP, and he doesn't quite smell the same either. This is ... the other porg. The Muhammad Ali to GP's Joe Frazier. The Yamato to GP's Taichi. The Sasuke to his Naruto. Porgsuke.

"Ah," Yamato says eloquently, pointing at him. "You're GP's friend, right?"

[space_puffin]

Nope. Puffy is a little fatter and a little scruffier. A porg who has lived most of his life in the wild until meeting Hondo. Who may have been over feeding him. So he is now as puffy as his name.

At the mention GP's name, Puffy looks around with a curious and slightly suspicious look. "Wrrugh?"

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"I'm going to take that as a yes," Yamato says. "... Probably."

His gaze flicks over to the Specials board, squinting. "How did you write the specials ..." he starts. "I mean. Hey. I'm Yamato, I'm a friend of GP's dad. Nice to meet you."

He'd offer a hand to shake, but that's not really a universal gesture, and also Puffy doesn't have hands.

[space_puffin]

They're working on the whole 'friendship' thing. Cisco isn't helping. Jealous bastard. When the hand is offered instead of shaking it, Puffy shoves his head into it on the assumption Yamato is offering a scratch.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

Yamato's happy enough to provide a scritch, all things considered.

"Your feathers are very soft," he allows. "Not as soft as my ears, though."

With a quick glance over at the Specials board, he adds: "Can I get some green milk? Hopefully it'll taste like, er. Milk."

Instead of like green.

[space_puffin]

Mmm... scritches.

Nah. He's the softest.

Ah.

Drat. He got asked to get the person a drink. With a shiver he backs away and hops off the bar.

A few minutes pass.

Then a few more.

Finally, Puffy returns with a covered cup with a handle. This is placed carefully in front of Yamato. It... is green. It well, it is milk. What sort of milk and what it tastes like is ... well... sort of fishy.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

... Oh, this is going to be bad.

But he can't turn it down. He can't, not when it's being given to him by an adorable bird-thing. He has to drink it all.

"Thanks," he says, with definitely forced cheer, lifting the cup up and taking a sip. He keeps his face in a rigidly cheerful expression as he drinks. "Mmmmm. Milk."

[space_puffin]

He drank it?

He's braver than Puffy thought. Personally, Puffy couldn't stand the stuff. Luke likes it. Or he just drinks it because of nutrition value.

Have a very impressed Puffy.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

Yamato just downs the whole thing, because honestly, getting this over with fast is probably better than taking his time with it.

He is visibly repulsed by the taste and texture, despite a very brave attempt to look like he's enjoying it.

"That's some good -- ..." He has to pause for a moment to cover his mouth, grimacing. Weakly: "That's some good milk. Well done, Porgsuke."

[space_puffin]

Puffy continues to be impressed at Yamato. When the cup is empty he shoves his head into the cup... and then gets it stuck on his head.

Squawking he flaps around and tries to get it off. GET IT OFF!! GET IT OFF!! GET IT OFF!!!

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"-- Oh, fuck, stay calm. Stay calm!"

Why is he even saying this, he doesn't even know if the porg can understand him.

Either way, he's trying to catch Puffy, to hopefully keep him still enough to remove the cup.

[space_puffin]

AGGHHH!!!

NOW SOMETHING IS TRYING TO GRAB AND EAT HIM!!!!!

AAAAGGHHH! AGGAHH!!!!!!!

Puffy starts screaming even louder and then steps off the bar and tumbles.

AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"I said stay calm! This is not calm!"

Honestly, some people just can't follow instructions.

Yamato is scrambling out of his chair to try and catch Puffy, though, practically diving to the floor to do it.

[space_puffin]

Does Yamato have a cup stuck on his head?

Nope.

Puffy has a cup stuck on his head. He has no reason to be calm.

Now there's a porg running around the floor with a cup stuck on his head. Picking a random direction he runs off and then bonks into a chair landing on his back.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

Yamato could totally have a cup stuck on his head if he wanted to. Totally.

"No, that's a -- ..." He groans as Puffy hits the chair. "Here, just stay still."

He's just going to try to scramble closer and get the cup off Puffy's head while he's prone, and quietly wonder to himself how Cisco even copes.

[space_puffin]

Maybe not a cup, a bucket probably.

There's squirming, screaming - which is admittedly muffled - and the sound like Yamato's murdering something. Webbed feet kicking and wings flapping.

Why is he expecting Puffy to stay still?

[angry_friendship_wolf]

Optimism springs eternal?

"Stop struggling!" Yamato growls, and then, realising that that definitely makes him sound like he's murdering Puffy, adds: "I mean, um. I'm trying to help you!"

Okay, a quick tug, and the cup is off. See?! No cup! Now you can see! Things are good!

[space_puffin]

Puffy, still on his back, blinks his large eyes up into the world.

Well.

That's better.

"Qurrrk?"

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"See? Everything's fine. It's good. Do you have a concussion?"

Beat.

"Er, chirp once for no, twice for yes."

[space_puffin]

What's a concussion?

He flaps his wings and scrambles onto his feet. There's a shake of feathers. More blinking.

Some more blinking.

Well.

That was unfortunate.

And now he's got green milk all over his feathers.

Oh... hey... he waddles over to Yamato and rubs his milk covered self against Yamato's pants to clean himself off.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

Good news is that Yamato doesn't think Puffy has a concussion.

Bad news is that now he's getting green milk all over his jeans.

"Please stop," he says, sounding pained but not actually moving his leg away.

[space_puffin]

Yamato's jeans are the closest things there to clean himself on. Later he'll get himself a good washing and preening.

Finished, he gives a shake of feathers. "Wurrrk?"

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"Guess these are going straight in the laundry," Yamato mutters.

He drops into a crouch, reaching forward to scratch the top of Puffy's head. "You okay there now, little guy?"

[space_puffin]

Oh.

Head scratches?!

Now he starts purring, leaning into the hand. This is good. Yamato doesn't mind staying there forever... or until Puffy gets bored and runs off, does he?

[angry_friendship_wolf]

On the one hand, he does potentially have stuff he needs to get done.

On the other hand, he'll die before he admits defeat. He will outlast you, Puffy!

"There, there, not so bad, huh?" He says gently. "Just don't get any stuff caught on your head again, okay? You don't have hands to take it off."

[space_puffin]

Sure. Sure. Keep scratching there...

There is no more important thing to get done than scratching Puffy's head.

For about thirty seconds.

Then he notices something shiny.

Chirruping excitedly he runs off to see what this new shiny thing of his is. The fact that it might belong to someone else doesn't exist in his little head.