[Honestly? To be completely honest? Chipp's just jazzed as hell to be here at all. It's been so long since he'd attended a birthday party... sometime when he was fourteen, probably. So it's exciting, getting to go to a party like this - and to be invited to it! Which means he wanders into the party proper with an armful of gifts, most all of them matching giftbags for the birthday-havers he hasn't yet met.
... But it's all matched up with the very intelligent observation, muttered under his breath:]
- Oh my god, y'all're so fuckin' small.
[Sorry, Hedgehaus. Mr. Man here is 6'8", he's at least twice the height of any of them... it's instantly made him a little nervous, just because his helmet's got a blind spot on the underside. (Any tripping that may-or-may-not occur will be met with many apologies, of course.)
Eventually, though, he does his best to relax and actually enjoy the party itself; at any point, he can be found: - Hanging out by the food and eyeing it all as he debates taking off his helmet so he can partake, the expression on his screen all scrunched up and serious about the decision; - Checking out all the pride decor, perhaps sneaking one of the loose flags into his cape... surely one won't be missed; - Or over by the music, rooting through the CDs like some giant raccoon looking for food because unlike Rinku, Chipp as a DJ has no self restraint. He won't be changing the music, at least! Just... sorting through it like he's looking for something.
And later on, after all that... if he seems like he's disappeared? It's because he's found himself a spot under a table somewhere off to the side and tucked himself underneath it. The "low social battery" room's barred from non-residents, after all... this is the best he's got, okay? Don't judge.]
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Chipp's just jazzed as hell to be here at all. It's been so long since he'd attended a birthday party... sometime when he was fourteen, probably. So it's exciting, getting to go to a party like this - and to be invited to it!
Which means he wanders into the party proper with an armful of gifts, most all of them matching giftbags for the birthday-havers he hasn't yet met.
... But it's all matched up with the very intelligent observation, muttered under his breath:]
- Oh my god, y'all're so fuckin' small.
[Sorry, Hedgehaus. Mr. Man here is 6'8", he's at least twice the height of any of them... it's instantly made him a little nervous, just because his helmet's got a blind spot on the underside.
(Any tripping that may-or-may-not occur will be met with many apologies, of course.)
Eventually, though, he does his best to relax and actually enjoy the party itself; at any point, he can be found:
- Hanging out by the food and eyeing it all as he debates taking off his helmet so he can partake, the expression on his screen all scrunched up and serious about the decision;
- Checking out all the pride decor, perhaps sneaking one of the loose flags into his cape... surely one won't be missed;
- Or over by the music, rooting through the CDs like some giant raccoon looking for food because unlike Rinku, Chipp as a DJ has no self restraint. He won't be changing the music, at least! Just... sorting through it like he's looking for something.
And later on, after all that... if he seems like he's disappeared? It's because he's found himself a spot under a table somewhere off to the side and tucked himself underneath it.
The "low social battery" room's barred from non-residents, after all... this is the best he's got, okay? Don't judge.]