( there should come no surprise when mellow inevitably finds his way to @SURGlCALWONDER—sporting a hastily made dinosaur costume using his cap as the head & dried red paint slathered on both hands and face, as well as the consequences of
﹙ᵐᵃʳˢʰ﹚ mellow retweeted
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To mark the occasion, I will wear a silly hat for the remainder of the day.
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i'm sure that the lessons were learned, i'm sure that the punishments went well deserved #endacopia
I’m missing someone, but I don’t know who. Maybe my feet. I can’t feel them anymore and I’m starting to think trying to see how long I can get was a bad idea.
|:| thinking of writing a little one shot to make an aspect of my mellow's portrayal abundantly clear. OK. Later gator
Because they're blocky, I get it.
( mellow states with utmost certainty. never before has he laid eyes on a bug so ... odd! the things were pure light and without distinguishing features that could connect it to the other members of, what
monsters don't attack if you've got a friend with you. )
Heck yeah!
( with renewed vigor, he takes the jar into his hands, holding it tight against his body as one hand pops the lid off quite easily.
pupils go wide once more, witnessing
( he glances back and forth between Barley and the holes as explanation goes on, nodding once or twice; deterring himself from rocking on his heels all the while, using images his mind supplied of a mellow flattened from a great fall.
when hand is released, both go on to grip same wall. as directed, gaze lands on what looks to be floating, glowing boxes. they find they can't make heads nor tails of what it could be, even after tilting their head enough to be rendered








