.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅ | it was an extremely hot day in beast yeast . you were practically melting !

being stuck in the silver tree didn’t help cause the space was pretty small and it doubled the temperature . the only one unaffected was burning spice , as his land was exactly like this , everyday , he got used to it .

you laid down on the floor , your breathing slightly uneven , as you put an arm over your eyes . suddenly , shadow milk cookie flopped over your stomach , like a pancake thrown on a ceiling .

• “ eeeughhhh . . “