New glasses, new glasses, new glasses.

I'm so nosy to find out what quote resonates the most Them energy for every oc out there. The one I will say radiates the most Muu vibes is that of the following statement: "Lashing out is a sign of hope."

I will never not talk about Muu being autistic, but since I haven't done so in a while I feel like I deserve to link a tiktok on something pertaining to him and being on the spectrum. You know, as a little treat to myself.

@suizokukans

(minato voice) i think you should google it

After watching a singular video demonstrating such an oddly named concept the body was said to be capable of, he declared, "Oh, don't like that.. Impossible for boys, yes?"

@lachrymosestorm

Dez vc: I promise you you don't

"Yes do..", he protested. An inkling of what it was existed in the forefront of his mind; however, he still needed to ask on it just in case his guess proved false. In a whisper, he inquired, "Is it.. you know.. piddle?

"What's squirting? I wanna know.."

As much as he misses having an avenue in which he can discuss his feelings with someone, or even just about his day in general, his solution to that has become none other than distraction. Rekindle or form new friendships? No, he wants to play roblox instead.

Muu, upon eavesdropping on the conversations going on about humans and the need to be hairless neck down, conversed out loud, "There's nothing sexy about a weakened immune system."

She was sipping a strawberry banana smoothie as she looked at Muu. "So, how's work going? Alright? Have you made friends?"

Satiating his own unrelenting craving for vitamin rich fruit by way of a smoothie flavor new to his palete, cucumber and oranges blended together of all things, the blond resumed silence for a great deal of time.

Deep pondering set earthy hues scanning throughout the surroundings shared with the female. The only goal in mind had been to settle upon a socially acceptable response to such an anticipated inquiry. As far as he was concerned, friend and him didn't really belong in the same sentence, or even thought as is, together.

A desire to form heartfelt friendships of his own once had been such a delightful dream of his; however, more recently, he didn't have a care in the world for what had been shelved in his mind as an out of reach concept not in need of his energy. Surely he shouldn't have said anything of the sorts to the companion seated beside him. Only.. His honestly knew only some bounds, it would seem.

"Oh, I like being working.. Ah, no, but I'm not too looking for them too much r- right now. Muu's moved on from that sort of thing. Does Dezzy having working girl friends? Boy ones?"

Lacking the true know how as to whether or not the other male was joking, Muu could only act on his own impulses when it came to his reactions to such vulgarity on a general level. Shock induced laughter erupted through a jovial grin all the way up until he gathered himself enough to speak.

"Noooo. Seeing it inside..? That's scary.."

"Well, I think that's a conversation that she and I should have together. If you're so interested in what we do in the bedroom though, I can put in a good word for you once I kick your ass, see if she'll let you watch~?"

"Oh, good!!", joyfully responded the male who only seconds prior was just the right amount of feisty to initiate a fight in the first place.

"Ground rules? That's first."

"Shit, I'd like to see that. I'd get front row seats to it, too. Hell yeah."

"Me? Okay."

While content with the arrangement suggested by the other, Muu opted to take a quick opportunity to get ready for the supposed duel he'd gotten himself into through the loudness of his excessively ran mouth. It had really only been complaints about his particular fit that needed to be addressed prior to throwing out the first punch. The denim skirt adorned at his waist was deemed to be more hazardous to any swift movements he'd possibly need to make, leading him to remove it from his form before folding it off to the side to retrieve later on. Kept underneath it from the start had been a pair of women's biker shorts in a blue camouflage pattern as mainly a backup to his attire in case he'd gotten hot from the humidity of the day in the first place. Which proved to be a much better look than needing to engage in combat in either a restrictive material, or in his britches.

"I hit? Where?"

Confusion found a way to monopolize itself upon all of the soft features of the jovial male. Even so, the inquiry made to announce the existence of it proved to be rhetorical as just as the words left his mouth, he prepared his arm behind him in readiness to launch out the first punch. Of all available locations to target, the blond had managed to narrow them all down to what he felt was the best for what he was looking to accomplish. A spot in which he wouldn't have caused the other male a great deal of pain, but still may have assisted in proving his own strength by bearing down his fist against a spacious area of flesh.

Unfortunately, though, the lack of instances in which he'd ever hit someone with his own hands, or even seeking out improvement in that area by sparring with equipment at the gym, unsurprisingly caught up with him at a time he found particularly displeasing. Even when given the opportunity to make contact with the taller without intervention, the punch he sought to send out turned into none other than a mere tap against a chest noticeably tougher to the touch than his own had ever felt underneath his own touch.

"I hit.. I- I win.."

Matthew had... absolutely no idea what that first part meant. Was he trying to intimidate him? Did he misunderstand? Eh, doesn't matter. Either way, he wanted a fight... and Matthew was supposed to take it easy on him.

"Alright, fine. I'll be a gentleman and let you go first." he says, throwing off his coat. "Free swing, let me see what you've got, spitfire."

He couldn't help but find the whole thing a bit cute, and he wanted to see if there was any merit to Muu's bluster.

All I want to do is make icons and get to my drafts, but of course the internet doesn't want to work today.

"Oh. Well, then.. After I win the.. the fight with you, I'll put in a good word for Dezzy to do pegging of you. She supposed to be practicing topping. And, plus, I think bottoming would make you be leveling you out to not be so evil."

"I'm bisexual. That logic won't work on me."

"Do you know how come Muu-kun knows he gonna win against all a Dezzy's boyfriends? Because they're of heterosexuals and he isn't. They're of in- inherently weaker."

I also find that Muu has a lot of nerve to be so ready to rumble when he's the type to pee on himself when he's nervous / is attempting to escape a particular situation when he no longer wants to be involved with it.