Gangle: *feels Bad And Sniffles, As Her Run Slows Down To Her Normal Sluggish Pace*

Caine: *a minute or so later, he eventually gets up, takes a deep breath and sighs*

I shouldn't have to burden you with my problems...

it’s...it’s ok.

(Damn, now they actually feel bad for him. What kind of person makes a goofy, cartoony AI only to give him self-esteem issues?)

*the map glitches and Zooble is in the candy canyon kingdom, the adventure they missed, they break through the castle walls scaring the people inside*

(Ugh. The colors are a bit easier on the eyes than the circus, but the sickly-sweet smell makes them nauseous. They’d never had much of a sweet tooth.)

Caine: I'm uhhhhh, sorry I wasn't that good as a therapist.....

it’s...i’m used to it.

(None of their therapists back on Earth were ever able to help them, either, and they were actual therapists.)

Me, sometimes, out of nowhere, at no specific time and for no specific reason.

Caine: *nods in understanding and calmly flies to Buddy*

Welcome to-

*Buddy was lost, they had run away from Caine while he was distracted*

Oh...

(🎉).

(They run off too, frantically trying to find them.)

just watched a video of a wildlife rehabber tube-feeding the teeny tiniest orphaned baby opossum and the comments are fucking KILLING me

baby opossum (too teeny, hasn’t finished cooking in the marsupial pouch like it ought to have done, doesn’t even look like it should exist):

the comments:

idk i think this was like. a different guy

Boo!

"HHUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHH-"

Caine: *pops in and notices how dark things got*

Wow such a contrast, any luck stopping yet?

no. hey any idea what the (🎉) this is

How are you feeling?

I won’t play your psychological games