when i was a child i would ask my parents to get me the saddest, most pathetic-looking toys for some kind of fucked up psychological reason. i had an octopus that had the eyes of a depressed 50yo divorced man. a cashier in a small shop literally gave me the toy i wanted for free because of how wrong that bear looked. so imagine you're me. imagine you're this person i described above and then you see this sprite of miles edgeworth

















