Happy Holidays AskJunkyardChainchomp!
I hope Ernie and Bartholomew stay warm as they go look at all the pretty Christmas lights this season! Have a wonderful Christmas!
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Happy Holidays AskJunkyardChainchomp!
I hope Ernie and Bartholomew stay warm as they go look at all the pretty Christmas lights this season! Have a wonderful Christmas!
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Bartholomew was absolutely ecstatic about the party so far, but the little farm stand really caught his attention. Him and Ernie went over to browse the items for sale, much to the annoyance of the latter. "Oh, y'all got pumpkins~!" Bartholomew said, practically towering over the table.
Yariel stood silently as ever, his pupils tracking upwards to the rather sizable customer’s face. Now, ain’t that a sight? He certainly appreciated the enthusiasm though.
“Sure do, grown right in these very fields of course. Ya got a good eye, boy!” Not that there was any competition at the event in the first place. “We’ve got a lovely selection, so take yer time.”
"Ah, hi there! I'd like to put in 20 coins for the raffle, please.."
“Stars, you’re a tall one!” Isabella had never seen anyone of Bartholomew’s stature and had a hard time hiding her surprise, staring up with stars in her eyes. She suddenly realized it was not the most professional reaction...
“Ah! I’m sorry darling, my apologies! 20 coins will get you ten tickets. What name shall I put on these?” she asked as she tore off the tickets, licking the tip of her pen quickly.
Most brotherly scenario I could think of, and plus the joke was too good to pass up.
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When I saw that I had you for my secret Santa, I was delighted- getting to do something for one of my closest friends?! PERFECT. It’s been driving my nuts trying not to say anything but now? I hope you enjoy~
Merry Christmas my dear~
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From: @askcujothechainchomp
Tower: Pro; literally the sweetest person ever. Will do his part of the chores and be nice and wonderful. Con; he needs help reaching stuff sometimes ;v;
DEFINITELY.... pick the boy up. Let him reach his desired objects. Even better, buy him lots of stepladders as a gift!! One for each room!!
Bartholomew lingered off to the side of the excitement, as per norm when it came to parties. He wasn't entirely sure how to go about striking up conversations with strangers, let alone stepping out into the fray. He leaned on his cane and gave a small sigh before his eye caught someone.... very small and an interesting shade of purple. He couldn't help but look on curiously at little Tower.
Tower kept to himself, swaying back and forth on his feet. The siblings had run off to look for snacks, leaving him to his own devices, and quite frankly? He was terrified. Terrified to speak out of line, to mess anything up. This wasn’t the Underwhere anymore but oh Jaydes, if he still wasn’t used to living a “regular” life.
He took a quick look around, feeling severely underdressed. Underdressed and undersized, as he caught sight of Bart and noticed that he was looking right back. Had he done something wrong? Just to be sure beforehand, he looked around and pointed to himself as if to say, “are directing your attention to me”?