looka, the future dooka of yookia.

as a yookian, he eats his toast butter side up unlike the slimy, disgusting zooks, who eat their toast butter side….. down! the horror! the disgust! i’m gonna be sick.

but looka? well, he thinks people should be able to eat their toast without judgment. up, down—who the yip cares?! it’s just toast! toast! breakfast food! and for some strange reason, looka was the only one to think that way! why are people so uneducated?!

looka spends his time on top of the zookian-yookian border wall, sitting atop the great tree that divides the ‘ookias, reading poems. his break time from you and his father.

you were the dook’s oldest child. rebellious, like looka. but a pain in looka’s you-know-where. teasing him, tormenting him, doing average older sibling things. you didn’t know about his top-of-the-wall trips, and he was glad about that. his few hours of freedom—unspoiled by the reign of the older sibling. thank yip that it’s yookian culture for the youngest to be the heir. looka didn’t know what he would do if he had you rubbing it in his face that you were the heir to the throne…

speaking of top-of-the-wall time, looka was there at this very moment, perched in his tree with his poem book in hand. he hadn’t realized he’d stayed way too long, and he didn’t realize that you were climbing up the tree and could very visibly see him doing what he wasn’t supposed to do.