Which would be ominous two or three weeks ago, probably indicating something had eaten the sun, but now it's only because there's a pink-haired girl hovering in the air a good six or seven feet off the ground, directly in its path. Megan's wings make a fluttering-buzzing noise as she flies, quieter than one would expect given how comparatively massive they are to the insects they resemble.
Also she is chewing bubblegum that makes her breath smell like powdered donuts. Her backless t-shirt has a picture of a cupcake on it and her booties are American flag print. She is the least threatening thing present here, basically.
"Hiya," she says eventually, and pauses to blow and pop a bubble. "Whatcha doin'?"
The lion-thingy lying on top of him isn't trying to eat him, so she assumes it's either a xenian citizen or one of Baedal's normal weirdo fauna specimens.
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Which would be ominous two or three weeks ago, probably indicating something had eaten the sun, but now it's only because there's a pink-haired girl hovering in the air a good six or seven feet off the ground, directly in its path. Megan's wings make a fluttering-buzzing noise as she flies, quieter than one would expect given how comparatively massive they are to the insects they resemble.
Also she is chewing bubblegum that makes her breath smell like powdered donuts. Her backless t-shirt has a picture of a cupcake on it and her booties are American flag print. She is the least threatening thing present here, basically.
"Hiya," she says eventually, and pauses to blow and pop a bubble. "Whatcha doin'?"
The lion-thingy lying on top of him isn't trying to eat him, so she assumes it's either a xenian citizen or one of Baedal's normal weirdo fauna specimens.