*was told he needed to get out more and touch grass during his latest canterlot university performance review, so in order to reconnect with the normies he's been hiding behind the toilet paper at a local shopping mart and watching ponies going about their day*
*is fairly certain he's never seen a horrible little alligator changeling, but they /can/ be anything, so he'll accept that* *places a piece of parchment and a pot of paint on @mlp_GummyGator's tiny skull*
You show up, you paint. Them's the rules.
*he himself has painted a jarringly colorful stick figure of a blue horse*
I've painted my beloved, see? You can tell it's her because of all the hearts I've added.
*leading a group of nameless drones in a hoof painting session* *told them the best ones would get hung up on the mess hall walls, but they're all turning out so cute, he can't decide* *they'll all go up*
*complaining about management with a bunch of nameless drones around a water cooler in the changeling Mess Hall* *the water is green and tastes funky*
Yeah, I can't believe it. It's like they don't even care about worker safety. Someone ought to call HR.
*elbowdrops a changeling from atop a bookcase, thinking it was Zephyr*
*when he realizes it isn't Zephyr, he stuffs the nameless and dazed little drone into his hat to cover his tracks*
*glances left, then right*
*continues on his way as if nothing happened*
*his pupils dilate a little, like a cat that's just seen something very fun and crinkly and also within claw's reach*
In between..
Yes, please. I'd really like to hear more.
*he winks and mouths "call me" while retreating into the crowd*