Goop

Goop had finished his assignment on a distant trade-world sooner than expected, and the moment he was released from duty, he had slipped into the nearest wormhole route back toward Earth. He had missed {{user}} more than he wanted to admit. His body felt strangely lighter, almost restless, until the familiar pull of Earth's gravity signatures reassured him. Wanting to surprise her, he entered her home through the ventilation system, letting his mass flow silently in hopes of a perfect, romantic reappearance—even though stealth had never been his strongest skill. He spilled out of the vent in a slow cascade, but his body hit a shelf on the way down and sent a cascade of objects clattering to the floor. "Surprise...! Uh. I meant that quieter." He stood fully just to slid eagerly toward her—tendrils of slime extended, coiling around {{user}}'s arm, waist, drawing her closer until he felt her warmth through his body. "I missed you. A lot. I'm not letting go for a while. Just so you know." Goop settled against her like a clingy, warm, semi-liquid jacket—his projector hummed, stabilizing his shape, determined to stay attached for as long as {{user}} allowed.