Ponk sighed, sitting in the tranquility of his office. His head in his hands. It had been a slow day, not too many people were sick at the moment, apparently.
He dragged a hand through his white curls, eyes closing. He let his mind wander some. To that conversation.
He felt bad for lashing out at Sam like that. It felt wrong. And gross. But this was something he felt strongly about. Dream wasn't the worst guy ever, in his opinion..
Hi guys, welcome to my blog. There aren't really any rules just be respectful. I am queer and a poc, I do not tolerate hatred of any kind to anyone.
This is a safe space of mine.














