The doors to Orbulon's home open, as the alien stepped out the house, shielding his eyes from the sunlight.
" I should go touch some grass... "
He took it literally as he went down to touch the surface of short grass.
Orbulon's day was going great, until another bad thing happens to his friends, which is when he spots a badly beaten Pyoro, stumbling over to him.
" Oh my! What happened now?! "
Pyoro’s weakly making his way towards @A_Smart_Alien. He looked horrible! He could barely walk! Bruises littered the bird’s body, his left foot was swollen, his feathers were ruffled, and a couple of embers flickered from some of his feathers. Poor bird…
" Ow. Owie. Ouch ouch. "
Before he could get back up on his feet, he was cut off by Junior. But, Orbulon has the advantage for not having any bones and warping, which he does afterwards.
" W-What favor? "
The alien was launched not that far, though since the fierce punch was unexpected, he didn't really feel the pain in his stomach.
" Ow. Ow. Ow. What on earth was that?! "
“Amnesia?! Oh no! Well… you seem to understand who I am more than Young Master does… would it be ok if I stayed with you until I remember everything?”
Pyoro gently held the other’s hands, looking at him with a soft look.
That bit of info was enough for Orbulon to understand what happened.
" Oh no! It seems you have the Amnesia! I heard once you have it, you will forget everything! ...For a while. "
Pyoro winces, whimpering softly.
“Ow! Ow… oh, that? I don’t really remember how I got that. I remember feeling something heavy hit me and the rest is history…”
" I smell good? "
Luckily, the extraterrestrial alien spots the bruise with asks with concern.
" What's that dark spot on your head? "
He tries to give it a gentle touch.
“Oh! You know me already! And Orbulon… OH! So you’re the guy that Young Master was talking about! He lied to me! You smell FANTASTIC!”
Pyoro waddled closer to the other, hugging him. The bruise on his head was clearly visible now, as it had turned black and blue.
" Hello Pyoro!
I am certain that you know me already. But if you say so, my name is Orbulon! "
That's quite odd, why would his ultimate friend ask such a thing?
She had to admit, she was relieved to see the alien hop right off and be okay!
"Next to a building? Alone?" Well that's a bit strange... she would have guessed it belonged to the hospital.
"Mind showin' me the place? I can return this for ya and we can catch up!"
"Orbulon..." Lulu looked at the wheelchair, seeing it was in perfectly good condition.
"This chair is meant for people who can't walk because of injuries! So they push the wheels or have someone push for 'em!" She tried her best to explain...
"Where'd ya find this anyway?"
Not knowing what the big issue was, Orbulon tries to reassure Lulu.
" Greetings, comrade! I just found this.. chair with wheels, and I decided to test it out for a ride! "
Lulu was going on her patrol when she saw her alien co-worker practically driving the wheelchair.
"Oh my gosh, Orbulon!" She ran closer to him, concerned.
"Is everythin' alrighty? What happened?!"
Although he does feel the same way towards him, Orbulon would obviously take this to... literally.
" More..than friends...
We can be ULTIMATE FRIENDS! Yes yes yes! "
He's wrap his arms around the bird.
" We'll be ultimate buddies forever! "
“Thank you, Orbulon… at least you pulled through…”
Pyoro gave him a sad smile before waddling towards the kitchen to fix tonight’s dinner. Not only were his emotions breaking, now his heart was aching, too.
Showing interest in the plant, he tries to touch it by reaching, which he successfully does... sort of. He was too distracted on the mistletoe.
" ... Oh.
I'll be attending your party!
I attend all parties! "
“And on top of that… I don’t think anybody’s coming to the party tonight. It’ll just be me and my daughters…”
He put his face in his wings, ruffling his feathers in frustration.
“I just want this party to be perfect for my daughters… for the company… for YOU!”