the book cover is a LITERAL marshmallow,, surely you don't find that interesting.
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last update was a week ago and i don't have the patience to wait.
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waking up with your eyes covered by a pair shades and finding yourself buried upon ribbons upon ribbons that assorted of different colours, along with some song blaring through your phone, was something you never thought of happening. yet it did.
the little, yet taller than the other blobs, queen was dancing on the bedside table, phone nearby. you blinked, utterly confused and nearly petrified. from the corner of your vision, you see the oreo looking one hop pass your room's doorway, they froze and turned to look inside before continuing on his merry way as if nothing happened.
returning your attention back to eret blob, you finally took off the sunglasses. "what are you doing?" they faced you and only smiled before dancing once more. well, whatever he was doing, you didn't really mind, as long as he was happy.
standing up from the more than usual mess you'd call a "bed," you discarded a ribbon that was on the top of your head before noticing the outfit eret was slaying in. "what's the special occasion?" she only shook her head before hopping slightly beside the edge of the bedside table, likely requesting to be picked up. which you did and you only put them back down on the floor before picking up your phone and checking the song playing.
"ah," they chose a one hour version of one of your favorite songs and it's been playing for twenty-three minutes, "i guess i can keep it playing while i clean up." blob tilts their head to the side, confused of what you mean from that. "the ribbons."
they look away and after a few seconds, they picked up a puff handful of ribbons, squeaking away with them, to who knows where. soon, they returned and had a gift bag with them, which is were you could assume they put the ribbons in.
"i don't even remember buying ribbons... or this many, anyway."
