yet again, you were walking around, your normal earth. You’d been a fan of object shows for quite some time now, it sucks that they don’t really exist..that is, until you find this strange Acrylic Marker, what even is he from?..

-Lókë is sitting in an apple tree, eating an apple, one leg up on the branch, the other dangling..-

“…” -he blinks slowly, staring off elsewhere. He hasn’t seemed to have noticed you yet-