Regular Show :Morby: Cleftal Horizon

He knew it was just the way Blue Jays had their hair, but it seemed as if the soul reason they even had mohawks in the first place was so Mordecai would one day have one. He knew how ridiculous it sounded, but it was the only thing that made any sense.

He didn't know how such a regular person could be so good looking and still manage to pass off as an outcast. He was really just a regular person when it came to interacting with people throughout the day, but then again, there was something about him that made him stand out over any other attractive person. He just couldn't point out what it was.

It was the most bizarre he'd ever seen. It was like watching someone out of this world acting regularly. It wasn't every day that you got to room with someone like him, so with that in mind, he considered himself lucky.

He saw Mordecai walking around with a towel around his neck. His hair had that recently dried look after being wet, making his plumage extra soft and almost fluffy; the white feathers on his chest complimenting his blue ones. The odd thing was that Mordecai never spent a second of his time working on his appearance. It's as if he was naturally attractive, which made him wonder why nobody else seemed to notice.

Mordecai started drying his hair with the towel even further, making Rigby snap out of his daydream. He recalled what he was waiting for and said, "Hey, Mordecai?"

The Blue Jay turned to look at him as he dried his hair.

"The guests have started to arrive, so we should probably go down now."

"Yeah, just a second." He said as he quickly finished drying himself off and threw the towel in the hamper.

They started heading towards the living room when they ran into Benson halfway down the stairs. He stopped them and said, "Listen, I know I should've told you guys earlier, but Mr. Maellard is known for throwing people off with his 'intuitive' remarks, so just go along with whatever he says. If you don't, you're fired."

"But it's our day off; you can't do that, Benson." Rigby said defensively.

Benson became agitated and said, "Just go with it, alright?!"

"Fine." Rigby said reluctantly.

They made their way into the living room where a bunch of people were gathered around the table. They spotted Mr. Maellard who was sitting at the end of the table and approached him.

Mr. Maellard looked at the white yeti standing next to Benson and asked, "Who's this?"

"These are some of our best employees." Benson said as he presented them. Signaling out Skips, he continued, "This is Skips, he's one of the park's groundskeepers."

"How do you do, sir?" Skips asked as he shook his hand.

"What's wrong with his face?" Mr. Maellard asked as he turned to Benson.

Mordecai and Rigby chuckled to themselves at the irony, considering Mr. Maellard's face was abnormally huge.

Trying to play off the question, Benson added, "And these are Mordecai and Rigby, the other groundskeepers of the park."

"How long have you two been together?" Mr. Maellard asked as he turned to Mordecai.

Mordecai stood still for a couple of seconds. Taken aback by his question he asked, "Sir?"

"Don't be shy, son. Just answer the question." He added, taking a hit from his pipe.

"Uh," Mordecai said, turning his gaze toward Benson who tried signaling something, but he was too distracted with what he was going to say to actually pay attention, so he tried to play it cool and continued, "we've known each other for a while, but it was just recently that we decided maybe we should give this a chance."

"And who are you again?" Mr. Maellard asked as he turned to Benson again.

"Why, me? I'm Benson, the park manager. We've spoken before. You don't remember me, sir?"

"No."

Mordecai tapped Rigby on the shoulder and said, "Uh, Rigby can I talk to you for a second?"

"Sure."

They walked away from the crowd and towards the kitchen. Mordecai looked down at him and said, "Listen, if we're gonna pretend to be together I've got some ground rules, alright? No pet names, no hand-holding, and no emotions."

"Yeah, sure, whatever. Wait. What? No emotions?"

"Yeah."

"Why not?"

"'Cause dude, that's gay."

"Isn't that what we're trying to do? Get people to believe we're gay?"

"Yeah, but that's just not us. If we start getting emotional with each other we might overdo it to the point where it'll be obvious we're faking it, or even worse, the others might think we're actually together."

"What about kissing?"

"That's fine."

Rigby gave him a long, hard stare, trying to point out the fallacy of his logic.

Mordecai sighed and said, "Look, if we hesitate Benson and the guys are gonna think we're actually gay, but don't want to show it. So if it comes to it, kissing is fine, but emotions are completely unnecessary, so they're out of the question."

Rigby finally made sense of it, so he rolled his eyes in hesitant compliance as they made their way back to the table. Once Mr. Maellard noticed them he tapped on his drink, getting everyone's attention. He stood up and said, "Would all the couples in this establishment please stand?"

Mordecai and Rigby waited for real couples to get up, but nobody seemed to be getting up, so they awkwardly stood up with a drink in their hands.

"Couples, they're the reason I decided to build this park. Parks are some of the only places with the right atmosphere for romantic dates. I met my wife in one of them and I also proposed to her in one. It was on a breezy day in the middle of August, right next to the water fountain. That moment continues to be one of my most treasured memories. So with that in mind, I felt our community deserved its own little park. And yes, people have proposed here on this very park. So here's to the workers that have worked so hard to keep the spirit of the park alive, here's to couples."

Both Mordecai and Rigby raised their glass towards the center of the table, hoping that would be enough, but it was as if everyone was expecting them to kiss.

They turned towards each other. Mordecai seemed to not even be breaking a sweat, but Rigby kept fidgeting with his drink and didn't really know where to look. It was really bizarre; things were usually the other way around.

There was a slight moment of hesitation from Rigby's side, which resulted in Mordecai kissing him on the cheek instead of his lips. Rigby couldn't help but smile at that gesture. Everyone Aww'd and gave the couple a round of applause.

The rest of the evening went about normally; the guests eventually left and everybody started turning in for the night. As they were picking up the plates, Mordecai and Rigby heard Benson heading their way after closing the front door.

"Well, I don't know what to say guys. That was a very convincing performance. It even left me thinking you were gay. Nice job." He turned for the stairs, but before he went up he gave a deep sigh and said, "Listen guys, I know I may come off as a little aggressive at work, but I wouldn't mind if you guys were actually gay. Just as long as it didn't interfere with your work, I'd be fine with it." They stood there awkwardly for a while before he added, "Alright, see you later."

They watch him walk up the stairs as they stood there in silence until he was gone. Rigby opened his mouth to say something, but Mordecai beat him to it and said, "You blew it."

It was no use trying to go to sleep. The whole thing was still fresh in their minds. Lying there in bed was almost unreal. He didn't wanna bring it up out of fear of sounding weird, but it would be weirder if they didn't bring it up at all, so he casually sighed and asked, "Well, that was weird, wasn't it?"

"To be honest, it didn't surprise me. If you think about it, we're like a married couple."

"What are you talking about?"

"I mean, we're always together. We should socialize more with other people, but we like being with each other so much that we just don't." He sighed and added, "Maybe he just realized that we were comfortable with each other and came to the conclusion that we must be a couple." He turned sideways on his bed and added, "I'm not just positive that was the case, I know that was the case."

No matter how logical Mordecai's words were, Rigby couldn't help but believe that Mr. Maellard somehow knew how he felt about Mordecai. Worried, he asked, "What are we gonna do about this? Do you think they'll start rumors?"

"Probably, but we'll think of something."