@bajillianshitposts | french starter
“Ah, bonjour, mon amour. Le chat a mangé ta robe.”
[Hello, my love. The cat has eaten your dress.]

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@bajillianshitposts | french starter
“Ah, bonjour, mon amour. Le chat a mangé ta robe.”
[Hello, my love. The cat has eaten your dress.]
@bajillianshitposts asked: Bajillian noticed Meouch's odd behavior, and gave him a poke. "Bud, you gonna move eventually, or are you just gonna stay in one spot for all eternity?"
Meouch blinked back to reality, nearly jumping as he saw Bajillian next to him. He took a quick moment to register what she had asked him, then took a breath and looked away. “Ah, yeah. Just... lost in thought for a bit, y’know? Thinkin’ bout things.”
Hey, bud. You look exhausted. -Bajillian
Sparks jolted her head up from the table. “I wasn’t aslee- Oh hi!” Under her masks were dark bags, as if she hasn’t slept in days. She dozed off in the food court of the station they were staying at. “Yeah, I’ve been, uh, staying awake for the last few days. My friend is taking me to some new planet. I’m too excited.”
@bajillianshitposts | from inbox
It was a pretty lowkey show, so Sung was more than happy to hang out with some of the fans after the fact. The bar was open late that night, and he knew a few drinks wouldn’t do anything to him, so he’d agreed to stick around. The only problem was that he’d brought up the fact that he had a high alcohol tolerance, and someone had questioned him about it, so naturally, he had to prove himself.
Within a few hours, he’s trashed.
He says his goodbyes to his new friends(?) before he realizes that the rest of his band left without him, and he should probably text someone to come get him.
[jillli are you aroudn?? ui need a ride]
@bajillianshitposts | gg starters
“Could you imagine if you unlocked outfits in real life? Like, ‘Congratulations you wiped your ass, here’s a new shirt.’”
Sung giggled. “I mean, if you want gifts for performing basic functions, I guess we could arrange something,” he said. “I just wanna unlock that obnoxious shirt so my character can reflect my true self.“
@bajillianshitposts | ∞ a half asleep text
[ Sung - 3:26 AM]: msry i didn’t get to call u tonight
[ Sung - 3:27 AM]: the show went rlly late
[ Sung - 3:30 AM]: fuck oyoure probably sleeping sorry go to bed bb
‘i need you’ | @bajillianshitposts
Sung bolted out of the bedroom, down the hall, and to the stairs. He did, in fact, trip on the stairs, but turned it into some sort of fancy somersault situation that honestly impressed him.
He burst through the door to her workshop, looking around frantically.
“Jilli? What’s up?”
@bajillianshitposts | from inbox
Sung stirred, his eyes fluttering open. “Wha...?” he looked up at Bajillian, and couldn’t help but smile slightly. “Where am I? What happened?”