I'm running low on both space and pretty pictures,
So here's a bread recipe and a stupid little baby! Just to make it clear the bread recipe is the left one, I know it's kinda hard to tell.
ANYWAYS- it isn't me who had this idea actually, it was given to me by @superkitty4789
Okay, that was exhausting, kinda fun! But overall exhausting.
She had enough existential crises on the regular without having to give them to other people, but she got a friend out of it, so it's probably fine?
"Oops, looks like one of these guys made it through," she stepped in front of Gummigoo, not really knowing why.
"Wait, Caine, I brought him here," She started, right before Caine snapped his fingers, "I figured it was the least I could do."
"Well Pomni, we can't just have *random* NPCs running around! I might lose track of who's a human and who's an NPC! Then who, who knows what could happen." Caine had a haunted look as he said that, which Pomni elected to ignore for now.
"But couldn't we put a marker on him or something? To show that he's an NPC?" She fiddled with her hands, looking up at the ringmaster hopefully, "like a name tag or a sticker?"
The ringmaster hummed, putting a hand to where his chin would be as he thought it over, "great idea Pomni! I can't believe I haven't thought of it sooner!" He then snapped his fingers and a sticker appeared on Gummigoo's hat, it said NPC and had a picture of the ringmaster winking, "now of course you must take care of all of his needs, which isn't many, or, anything really."
The ringmaster shrugged, "huh, I should go drink water! Been a while since I've done that,"
Then he poofed, how he could drink water? Pomni had no clue, but that didn't really matter right now.
She turned back to Gummigoo with a smile, small, but happy, "well, you can stay!"
He tipped his hat to her with a soft chuckle, "that I can, I think I'll learn to like it here," he bumped his shoulder gently into hers, "after all I can't leave my friend by her lonesome can I?"
Sorry this was short, and for any grammatical errors you see, and also pretty damn late. I don't have an excuse and it will happen again,
Playful smile spilling across pursed lips, the teen finds himself wondering aloud, ❝Mm. . . d’you think I should start usin’ a catchphrase? I was kinda thinking somethin’ like, you just got webbed!❞
