|| The ship’s origin story.

And thusly, with an exercise of his vocal chord’s limits that surely the entire city heard. ❝YOU’VE BEEN FUCKING THE KEEBLER ELF?!❞

With everything relatively peaceful, Tapion elects to sleep in for the day.

Soft hums to the familiar melody often played on his ocarina.

He’s still around, merely without cause to announce such.

Must’ve ended up back inside the music box..

Pulls 𝓑𝘶𝘭𝘮𝘢 𝓑𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧𝘴 into an embrace from behind, crimson mohawk hanging over her shoulder as he silently presses into her back. He’ll greet her with words in a moment, for now he’s appreciating her while he’s back.

|| who let 2018/9 mega make aesthetics what was i doin

Ear twitch.

Good ol’ days.