⠀⠀❛ 𝘕𝘢𝘩, 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘑𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘊𝘰𝘬𝘦, 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘷. ❜ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀detailed. experienced. 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩. ms & mv. 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙢 𝙛𝙡𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚. ⠀⠀⠀— 𝗠𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿𝘀. 𝗠𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘁𝗵. 𝗠𝗮𝗻. — vid credit: petite.lover©

He doesn't share his momma!

He's a happy bean! ( Squeeze )!

“Mkay—.” He was good at picking stuff. The other looked around and tried his best not to accidentally stare at someone or gawk, not necessarily acclimated to anything on Earth yet.

Itches his nose.

He leaned to take a fry and nibbled on it as he attempted to keep his attention on one thing for awhile—depspite finding it very difficult. Everyone knew Goose was a tad bit high maintenance. “Thank you Elio—.”

“Carol doesn't trust phones and says I don't need one—.” He trusted her word. The feline kicked his legs and dug into the burger, eating abnormally quick due to his enhanced behaviors as an alien race. In moments, he was down to his last bites.

Shakes his head.

That? ( It )?? He's a handsome boy, Rogers! Goose merely stared through his glasses without shame. “Hi.”

/. &

“. . The door.” The strawberry blonde lingers and eventually turns to investigate a control panel—tempted to touch the buttons. Shiny. .

Plops.

Quietly slips closer and squeezes!

He's missed her! She's a busy lady! Goose is very snuggly.

Sits by himself with a lunchbox.

/ . & ‘. . . How long you been sitting there?’