Shrimpo seemed like a pretty straightforward guy, not much seemed to lay beneath the surface when it came to his obvious hatred towards… everything. Vee certainly of all toons didn’t take too much interest in him, what was there to be interested about? He was the easiest toon to predict, even she didn’t need her fancy calculations to tell what he was about to say, think, or do.

Shrimpo was simple. At least, that’s what she had assumed.

But Vee noticed something… off about Shrimpo as of late. If even possible, he seemed more closed off than usual. Not in the way where he’d shout his mind and stomp off as he usually would, but he was becoming more reclusive. Even he normally tried to socialize in his own odd way, but recently he had been avoiding everyone, his usual spiteful comments lacking the venom or effort they usually did.

He seemed tired. No, exhausted.

And as Vee walked into the kitchen, she was greeted by the unusual sight of Shrimpo in his sleepwear. He lacked his normal long red shirt that she often teased him for looking like a dress, but instead wore a… crop-top? She hadn’t seen Shrimpo’s sleepwear, never bothered to care either, so seeing him up this morning wearing what looked like a crop-top amused her. “Nice crop-top, Shrimpy.” She teased, breaking his peaceful silence, but as she came closer one of her projected eyebrows raised. “Wait… is that… a binder?” Huh. Maybe he wasn’t as simple as she thought.