❝Oʜ, ʟɪsᴛᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴜᴍs! Lɪsᴛᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇᴍ!❞ ×Nᴇᴡ Nᴏʜ-Vᴀʀʀ; ×Mᴀʀᴠᴇʟ RP; ×Mᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ Cᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ; ×616 ᴏʀ MCU ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀᴛɪʙʟᴇ. Rᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇᴛs ᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ!

Aaand now it's The Ronettes. Mmf. Those drums.

“Wait– Men get crushed on Monday? This is new! Do cute girls do the crushing? I wouldn't mind that so much.”

Not the best texture, but hey, it's better than nothing.

Ah, yes. Cardboard breakfast and ABBA. Is this heaven? This feels like heaven.

“Why are you people looking at me funny?” he asked, mouth full of cardboard. “...Oh.”

“...Yes. It was better than plastic. Plastic is tough to chew through.”

“It tastes like pizza, if that makes it less... Weird? I don't know how to make pasta. My ship has no kitchen, too.”

“Hey! Instead of me doing me, maybe you could do me and show me how to make a pasta!” That's not how that saying works, Noh.

cardboard to bring to the table. Not so delicious.

He's got no idea what's going on, but he's absolutely getting down to some Earth, Wind, & Fire.

This is how casual works... Right?

Expect no apologies.

Aaand now it's Aretha Franklin. Mmmf. That voice. What a work of art.

So. Hungry. He's gonna eat the biggest stack of pancakes -ever-.