Malcolm has never needed a personal invitation to eat like a garbage disposal. His eating habits are, in a word, awful. If he could get away with eating nothing but Twizzlers all the time, he'd do it. Occasionally, he has to track down some salad so that he isn't doubled over with stomach issues, but mostly, he's pretty content to eat trash.

With the ominous music gone, Malcolm is feeling tentatively better about this island. He's never the type to let his guard completely down though. No, the fact that things seem calmer and happier could definitely be a trick. It probably is.

He's eaten a lot of cotton candy lately and today is no exception. While chomping down on some of the blue wispy treat, he actually starts to feel like everything might be okay. This is an unusual feeling for him. He just feels so chill. Is this what it's like to take drugs? Maybe treating his PTSD with pharmaceuticals has been the wrong step all along.

When the band starts to play later in the night, Malcolm gets way more into it than he should. The buttoned-up guy who wears suits every day in his normal life is clapping and jumping around to this cheesy 80s music. Surprisingly, he has some pretty good rhythm. Want to ask him why that is? He might share. He's in a really sharing mood for some reason.

"They need to use saxophone in more rock music," he calls to whoever happens to be jamming next to him.

[ M/F for anything shippy, OTA for platonic. ]

Maybe it's the remnants of the effects of the cotton candy, but Malcolm decides to ride the Tunnel of Love. It's going to be cheesy as hell. He already knows this. But the swan boats look inviting and it actually looks clean and peaceful inside the ride. Why not?

Of course, he can't go in alone, and after the carnie makes a big deal about Malcolm and his partner sharing the swan boat, Malcolm rolls his eyes and accepts that he's going to have some company for the ride. The light dims as they move into the tunnel.

There's faint music playing somewhere within and Malcolm squints, straining his ears. "Is that... Ella Fitzgerald?"

[ I'm open to other prompts as well! Feel free to PM or contact me on Plurk at sparks_fly. ]