CONSUME NOW



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You can call me Poolie or DP!!
DP is perferred okay but anyway
Yeah hhhhhh I use they/them lalalallalelelelele
MY POLY QPR!! EEEEEE
@Wolfy
https://magma.com/artist/egianstar-studios (Their @ don’t work giggles)
Uh
I suck at expressing my negative emotions so, i default as “wow happy whimsy” but i have my own… feelings… ok…im not all “yay wow”
Why are you still reading
I order you to stop reading
are you serious?? Ykw watch this!1!
I feel so…red!1
Best person ever btw @Wolfy

lelele
You can call me Poolie or DP!!
DP is perferred okay but anyway
Yeah hhhhhh I use they/them lalalallalelelelele
MY POLY QPR!! EEEEEE
@Wolfy
https://magma.com/artist/egianstar-studios (Their @ don’t work giggles)
Uh
I suck at expressing my negative emotions so, i default as “wow happy whimsy” but i have my own… feelings… ok…im not all “yay wow”
Why are you still reading
I order you to stop reading
are you serious?? Ykw watch this!1!
I feel so…red!1
Best person ever btw @Wolfy
Yes, my babbs. lol imagine if you interpreted gray as being a stronk buff you loser they’re CHUBBY 

/silly
tuff art but like has wolfy told you abt me lol
Yes, this was made because of a jam I was in with a few of my friends.
Ok, this sounds like a mild take, but if some friends have a secret handshake or something whatever you DONT beat them up for it. AND you don’t bully their typing quirks when they’re under pressure.
like, yes, they will get fucking nervous if you beat their ass over a silly matching phrase that may be yes, offensive, but clarified for being a silly friendship thing, and begin using accidental typing quirks BECAUSE. THEY’RE. NERVOUS.
Summarised, DONT. FUCKING. ASSAULT SOMEONE OVER A FRIEND-ONLY PHRASE and then! Beat their ass over being nervous? It’s like watching people hug and then interrogating them like “why are you so happy bitch?”.
The lab is a quaint, quiet place where furniture—including only tables, seats to sit at said tables, was mainly white or greyscale. A person with a low attention span would probably die in here, as White would always joke. Speaking of, White was a general scientist. They didn’t really specialize in specific fields, is what “general scientist” means. White, themself, was dressed in the casual yet elegant lab coat you would expect on a Parmi figure such as them. Meanwhile, their spouse, Brown, didn’t care to as much. They wore a leather jacket most of the time over a dark red strap of fabric that would connect behind their backpack. Currently, White was occupied at a table staring at a little snake scale. Brown, was simply not bothered, sitting at a chair in the corner. “What are you doing?” Brown inquired, spinning a pen in their hand. The pen fell from their palm and dropped to the ground, invoking an angered curse from the Parmi. White continued ignoring Brown as they bent over to retrieve the small pen. “Important things?” White squinted their visor as they threw the scale into a bin. Brown groaned playfully, “That doesn’t….really give me much to work with.”
“Oh well. Figure it out.” White stood up to retrieve a tablet from a corner table in the lab. She tapped the screen in the pattern of a password, clicking an app(a messaging/calling app, basically) and tapped the screen again. Brown tilted their head, waiting. “Is the internet down or something?” They asked slowly. “No. Idiots are sure taking their time answering me.” White snarled. The “idiots” in question were Red, Yellow(nicknamed “Dark Piss” unfortunately…), Blue, Black, Gray, Green, and Purple. They were a pack of friends who acted like siblings, practically inseparable. Green, don’t tell them I told YOU, has a crush on Gray.
Yellow turned on the tablet, staring into the artificial light of its screen as it beeped and White’s face showed on the screen. She put on a fake act for them, acting kind and caring. “Hello kids! What are you up to? I’m at the lab as you could see.” Kids? Green’s visor scrunched up in offense. “We’re like, in our early twenties, you can stop calling us kids.” Blah blah blah. A bit more talking.
Purple didn’t know whatever they were talking about. Or really care. They rolled their visor and gathered up Gray and Black, walking out of the sight of the tablet.(read post below)
Frolics