Hello, tiny child!
(The anon hands them a party hat and then disappears.)
-⚡️
”WOAH! Another one!”

seen from Singapore

seen from China

seen from United States
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from China

seen from Singapore
seen from Romania

seen from Malaysia
seen from Taiwan
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from United States

seen from Singapore

seen from United States

seen from Slovakia

seen from Malaysia
seen from Mexico
seen from Burkina Faso

seen from Morocco
Hello, tiny child!
(The anon hands them a party hat and then disappears.)
-⚡️
”WOAH! Another one!”
*gives him a plushie that looks like him*
It’s a little golden-colored fox plush!
“Woah…just like me….”
Happy birthday, kiddo!
*gives him a nice new cloak in his fave colour*
It’s fluffy, warm, and velvet-colored, with a bit of white ruffles at the bottom edge…it looks like the kind of thing that medieval royalty would die for.
*gives him cupcake with a candle with the number (age) on it*
”Aww, thank you!”
Nom.
“Red velvet, my favorite!”
*a party hat falls on head*
”Huh?- Oh, it’s my birthday, I forgot…happy birthday to me!”
It’s been 8 months already since this happened. Meeting strangers, exchanging experiences and sharing memories with them. As I have told one of them, listening to their stories is like reading a book, although very temporary and nomadic, with characters on an adventure; bound by no country nor culture but only by how they define to live. Full of color. Hopefully, I can see them again soon.
Grace: Wh...you want to shout PENIS into the night? Wh...what do I even roll for that.
Sammael: Can we use Cissa as a ladder?
Grace: ...you know what, let's find out.