☆59.5☆ [Fourth Wall]

[tearsofademon]

[Today, in a grassy field... somewhere... there is a bed. It is a large bed, and it looks like it is quite fluffy and comfortable.

It is also walking. Albeit slowly, and only once in a while, and only around the general area. The way it bends slightly at the end when it's stopped, it's almost like it's grazing or something. But surely there's no such thing as a living bed, right?...

Well, either way. There is a certain lazy mage taking a snooze on said grazing bed, along with several odd creatures. (There are two of that last one.) ...Also his Joltik in a top hat, but that's not too much of a surprise, honestly.

Pester? y/n

...Also, if anyone is curious, there is also a ghost girl sitting under a nearby tree, setting up a picnic.]

Comments

[toneless]

Ryner, wake up!

[That's the only warning he gets before a certain sword is being swung in his direction—]

[dreamsofahero]

*...you know, he's actually momentarily too dumbfounded by the bed to immediately wake Ryner up*

[reveiller]

[ and there is a tennis boy, perched on the corner of your sentient, grazing bed.

he's going to cuddle an espurr, just because he can. ]

So it really happened.

guess have this guy too

[zeitnot]

[ time to scribble amazing things on your face. like dots on your eyelids. ]

Thereee we go.