[ Butterface was sitting on the front lawn of his house, the bright, vibrant purple painted walls of fhe building behind him glaring artificially in the sunlight. The fake, neon green, plastic blades of grass irritated his hands, but he ignored the itchy sensation. The non-natrual sunlight beat down on his face, his warm amber eyes squinting up at the sky. A small drip of butter fell off of his face in the summer heat. Duster sat beside him, her four horse legs tucked neatly underneath her and her human arms crossed over her chest. Her large blue eye batted non-chalantly, undaunted by the sunlight. Butterface's head shot up when he saw someone walk by on the unnervingly perfect concrete sidewalk. He quickly looked away, too awkward to call them over. His roommate noticed him and yelled after you, ] "Hey!"