Nᴏʜ-Vᴀʀʀ.

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

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

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

Expect no apologies.

He's absolutely kickin’ it in his spaceship whilst listening to Candi Staton as loud as possible.

This is how casual works... Right?

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

cardboard to bring to the table. Not so delicious.

“I’ll carry on doing myself, then,” he remarked naïvely. Maybe it was still a little too soon to share food. Besides, he's only got -

“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.

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

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

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

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

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

Ah, finally. Some cardboard. Time to chow down.

He's rooting through the trash. Don't mind him.

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

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

Dances in to You Can't Hurry Love by The Supremes. Such tasteful art deserves appreciation.