Teagan had always been seen as the motherly figure of Gardenview, whether it be giving younger toons life advice or taking care of Toodles whilst Rodger was busy, she had her way around… well, being a support system for those around her. She took pride in it too, even when it was stressful… like… it was now.

Shrimpo hadn’t been out lately, not around nighttime, and that was unusual for the grumpy toon. He made his hatred known around the clock, hell sometimes he even had eye-bags around his eyes from his late-night hate-patrols. But… especially tonight… his absence had been just as loud as his presence.

As Teagan walked towards her room, she noticed the unmistakable sounds of sobbing. She assumed it was Glisten, body almost auto-piloting towards his door, but… no, it came from further down the hallway. And to her surprise, the sound emanated through the beaten and cracked wood of Shrimpo’s door.

She usually would stay as far away as she could from the ticking time bomb, but not tonight. She cared for everyone, even for someone like Shrimpo. As she creaked the door open, she gave a soft hum of interest. Not loud enough to hear, but she… recognized what was happening. Curled up in a torn, clearly mistreated blanket was Shrimpo, sobbing quietly and kicking his feet against his bed frame. “Shrimpo… may I come in?” Teagan requested, tone warm but strong.