[Blake finds himself on an uncharted planet and does exactly what matters - goes straight for the food.
While his Snubbull runs around starry-eyed, he applies himself to the important things. Weird shit happens every day. No point in letting it distract you from champagne and shrimp puffs.]
[B] Saturday - Moon Ballroom
[You know what? Blake's fifty years old, he's spent the past few years playing around with magic animals, and he does not give a single fuck anymore. He's in a tux with a Snubbull in a tiny gown (she'd picked it out herself. Blake had helped attach the clip-on pearl earrings to her ears) and a Musharna with a bowtie taped to the side of its...neckish area. There's also a Jumpluff and a Gallade. Bowties work a little better on them.
For a while he's just walking(and low-gravity-bounding) around and having a good time. Might even dance if you ask nice.
Every once in a while he looks over at the grand piano and says,] Is anybody gonna do it?
[Later in the night, when there's been plenty of champagne and low gravity to go to your head, Blake walks over to the piano and throws his hands up.] You know what? Fine. If nobody else is gonna, I'll do it.
[He climbs on top of the piano, stretches out, and reclines on his elbow.]
Carter Blake | Heavy Rain
[Blake finds himself on an uncharted planet and does exactly what matters - goes straight for the food.
While his Snubbull runs around starry-eyed, he applies himself to the important things. Weird shit happens every day. No point in letting it distract you from champagne and shrimp puffs.]
[B] Saturday - Moon Ballroom
[You know what? Blake's fifty years old, he's spent the past few years playing around with magic animals, and he does not give a single fuck anymore. He's in a tux with a Snubbull in a tiny gown (she'd picked it out herself. Blake had helped attach the clip-on pearl earrings to her ears) and a Musharna with a bowtie taped to the side of its...neckish area. There's also a Jumpluff and a Gallade. Bowties work a little better on them.
For a while he's just walking(and low-gravity-bounding) around and having a good time. Might even dance if you ask nice.
Every once in a while he looks over at the grand piano and says,] Is anybody gonna do it?
[Later in the night, when there's been plenty of champagne and low gravity to go to your head, Blake walks over to the piano and throws his hands up.] You know what? Fine. If nobody else is gonna, I'll do it.
[He climbs on top of the piano, stretches out, and reclines on his elbow.]
You get the Eartha Kitt you deserve, kids.