floating on over to the table vanellope was currently occupying on her own, tink dropped down into the chair beside her friend and gave her a hard look. “alright. what’s up?” she asks, not even jumping in with pleasantries and instead getting right to the point. things had been weird since the winter festival and in all honesty... tink was getting tired of it. so confronting vanellope about whatever the fuck was going on seemed like the smartest way to handle things. “and don’t say you’re fine - something’s wrong. i’m not stupid.” @sheglitch











