you like me, admit it

That was a nice red face, wasn't it? Nero gave a casual wolf whistle, watching as they considered the very formal challenge. It was a grave matter, so he understood why a moment was needed to think it over. This could be life changing. Still, their resolve seemed to strengthen in the end. Truly, this was no coward he was dealing with. A worthy opponent. He'd been searching all the land and space for this, the chosen broom-wielder.

Nero was good with shenanigans because he got super in character for them. That was his secret. He adapted to his muse, and he had fucking fun with life. A salute was offered. "I work my damnedest to come up with new and creative, innovative dumbass shit, ser! I'm honored to have your recognition and compliments. Let us commence our battle to the death."

"Oh, wait." He paused, holding up his index finger. "What do I get if I win, though? How 'bout--" He brought the mop up last minute with a squeal, countering the more intense thwacking. "Fuck! Nevermind the honor thing! Lack of honor, lack of honor!"

As he avoided getting hit in the face, Nero listed off options, "I don't imagine you'd give me your moderately shiny badge, and I don't need money-- so how 'bout a date, cutie? Kiddin', I'm kiddin'! Don't whine or hit harder! Listen, listen listen listen, you a human? Yeah?" They smelled and looked human. "Hey, if I win, I'll get outta Saucer anyway, but you have to tell me about human stuff."

"And... you let me keep this." He swiped and pocketed a UFO toy from the floor with his tail. One hundred percent serious expression to go along with the move. "That's my half of the deal, no compromise!"

Someone was confident! Nero raised an eyebrow and grinned at them. And immediately after that, an ambitious attack was gone for. With his head about to be hit, the space pirate frantically ducked, swinging his mop blindly and aggressively.

The blow, however, didn't come to his head, but his middle instead. Right between his fucking ribs. Except, this was real goddamn fishy, because he didn't actually see himself get broom stabbed. He coughed and sputtered, blinking rapidly as a realization dawned on him. Magic! It had to be! Magic in a mop and broom fight! Unbelievable. Who the hell pulled shit like that?! "Hey! I smell cheating, and that's my job, punk!"

So, Nero went with the only reasonable course of action after finding out his partner was a huge baby cheater. He tackled them full force down to the sticky milkshake floor. Receiving kicking in return was an unsurprising development (how mean, though!), and made Nero laugh. He kicked back a bit, pushy with his legs. "Wow, you're a skinny lil' thing, aren'tcha?" he commented, poking lightly at the other's sides and stomach. Cute and tiny, though personally, he thought pretty cop should eat more.

Nero swatted at them while they flailed, moving hands away from his face to avoid getting a clawing. "I'm makin' conversation, that's what! You come here often?" And just when he was considering testing more poking and prodding for those squealing, trying to escape reactions, he got kneed in the stomach, air pushed out of him in a huff.

"Ouch, god! You have no chill!" He wheezed and shoved the offending knee away from him, only pressing down more on the officer, needing a moment to catch his breath again. It wasn't as though he was squishy, more that he was rather distracted right then by hostile cutie pie here. "So, you're not like the usual human cops I see, is what I was sayin'. They're all beefy white bread action heroes and it's like, no eye candy when you're beatin' each other up, right?" Nero might have had a little law enforcement problem. The problem being attraction. Guilty pleasure, except he wasn't one for the guilt part, however much his crew members scolded him. Like Kek. Especially Kek.

He breathed and stood up finally, brushing himself off. "Yeesh." When his new frenemy followed along with that, he, naturally, gave them fingerguns, clicking his tongue and grinning.

Nero half caught the glob of milkshake thrown at him. It was a very ugly color and texture, and now on his hands and sleeves. He scampered after pretty cop, who looked like a sad, soggy kitten now. Milkshake? More like milkshame.

He licked at his hands as he walked. "Oh my god. That's so nasty! Yet somehow, good. Yeah, yeah, this is exactly the kinda exotic shit I came here for. Every Earth milkshake flavor mixed together in an awful puddle. You know what I mean?"

Eyeing the other when they took off the poncho, he was mildly disappointed that they had an undershirt on. Oh well. He skipped forward like a puppy chasing poor kitten's tail, following them without a care in the world when told not to. "Yo, babe, what's your name, though? And didn't you promise me somethin'? I won, you owe me. All I want is to talk, and you can give me easy little details about your home, then I'll be satisfied. Not that hard. You don't have to make it hard."

"Tackling was probably against the rules, huh?" Nero repeated, raising his eyebrows and barking a laugh. "So are magician tricks, so I think we're more than even! There are worse cheats I could've used. Can you pull a rabbit outta a hat for me?" Did he ever stop talking? No. He did not. You didn't become an infamous space pirate by being well mannered.

He was very out of place at this hotel, and waved cheekily at anyone who stared. He grinned at cutie cop in the elevator, not mindful of personal space, leaning a little closer with every passing second. Their shoulders had almost bumped, but then, it opened up to another hallway, and he was at their heels once more. Back at the room finally, Nero tried to look in, peer around their shoulder, see if he could spot anything interesting.

"Fine," he said, shrugging. "I'll stay here." And he would. The door was slammed in his face, but he could wait! He whistled, rocking back and forth on his feet, and sucked down more of his hard earned, beautiful milkshake. Additionally, there was always Candy Crush. He sat down on the hall floor, digging out his phone from a pocket to start playing the obnoxious sugary game. He'd chosen a spot in the very middle, however, and did not move for any hotel staff members and guests trying to walk through.

He waited. And waited. At some point, even through his haze of mobile game addiction, he had to let out one dramatic sigh. "Yeah, alright. I get the message. I really do." He stood up.

Then, he worked at breaking into the hotel room, instead of being unproductive. Because hell if he was fucking leaving now, after he'd already won. He wasn't a goddamn pansy.