The literal embodiment of that crotchety old man who yells at kids and tells them to stay off his lawn
They have agoraphobia and very rarely leave their treehouse, because of this they have very little friends
Resting bitch face to the max
Just wants a good night’s rest
Knits for fun
Always rearranging their furniture at odd hours of the night
Genderfluid, more male leaning
Feels cut off from everyone else so they often ask Magic Carpets to fill them in about what’s going on around them
Wants to find the courage or a reason to step out of their comfort zone









