Wattlegallopavo~Space Port----When I Get You Alone~
Wattles winced, not only because he half expected the plate to explode. Thankfully it wasn't that bad. In fact, though he should completely embarrassed for his failure of a prank, he was actually kind of glad. A few seconds before Eward put away his sonic screwdriver, he would've felt a cold weight on top of his hat. Shikin would have noticed some of it got on his jacket as well. Wattles simply licked his jacket clean of what left of it got on him. And it wasn't a lot, for either of them. It was much, much worse for Eward. Wattles had to try hard to not laugh in his face. It was remarkable how ironic it was. "Hm, I'd check your hat if I were you~"
It landed so close to the front edge of the hat's rim, Eward would notice that cream was dripping to the floor, near his shoes. If he were to check the top of his hat's rim, he would see that he had "accidently" got some of a slice of cream pie on it when he had dismantled the spinning plate, with bits and pieces here and there. In simplest terms, it was a complete mess.
Meanwhile, Wattles pretended like it was no big deal. "Get it?"
he explained, "'What's black and white, but red all over?'"
He then shrugged. "I told you it was you. I tried to warn you. You didn't listen..."
Slightly not impressed with the man who thought he could save himself, especially with an actual sonic screwdriver, the most useful tool in existence, he kicked away at the cream on the floor. "Here Shikin, let me clean that mush off of you."
The pink man took out a rather bright red rag and skillfully damped at Shikin's jacket, cleaning it of the cream that got on it. "That wasn't meant for you, I'm afraid."
He gave a wink. He didn't really care what Eward thought. The guy was impossible to please, and not as bright as he looks. It was almost a disappointment. "Ah! I wouldn't worry my funny speaking friend!"
he assured the German human. "George here has been through worse."
He frowned when he noticed that George the rubber chicken had some cream on him too. Promptly, he wiped him off. "There. All better."
He hardly noticed the arrival of the purple haired player who called himself "Roy Everydayman". Rest be assured, he probably wishes he would've noticed him earlier. "That...that hair."
. He was gorgeous
."Excuse me sir?"
he began, tapping the fellow on the shoulder. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything..."
one glance at the two women told him otherwise, but he continued anyways. "...but you have got to share me your secret. That hair color looks fabuleux on you~ And the style doesn't look half bad either. It has that sort of knight in shining armor look to it, but with a sort of candy fantasy twist..."