⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ 𝑒ver compassionate, ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ can you 𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒 it?͟ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀

︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ❝ 𝘐’𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥... ...𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝙗𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙. ❞ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎

Okay, okay. Maaaybe the feedback was too much — he’ll keep that in mind next time they choose to attend a Greg Show.

“If every porkchop were perfect, we wouldn’t have hot dogs.”

“I sometimes forget that Gems aren’t human, I gotta live with th’ fact that, Steven is just different. And that’s a good thing, man. I wonder if any other parent deals with this.”

Loooong stretch. Time to hit the hay.

Maybe he should get a mullet.

Looong stretch. He’s awake, he forgot to close his van door. No wonder he felt a breeze.

“Hang on a second, did I turn the van off?” Sizzling…FWOOSH. “MY VAN! MY HOME.”

He apologized for that! He thinks, either way, they’re always welcomed to another show.

Silence befell Greg as he paused his footsteps, noticing a familiar silhouette; Pearl. He finished a bite of his burger, tossing the aluminum foil aside into the nearest can he approached the Servant. “Hey, uh, Pearl…” Concern heard through his voice.

“Snrrk — no, Li’l Butler, I don’t wanna go to school.”

He’s wondering how the others are doing, it’s been awhile.

Ruffling the young boy’s hair, Greg chuckled a bit. “Well, for one thing, I’m tourin’ again. I got shows going on all over the states!” He gave a giant grin pointing to himself. “I’m my own manager, kiddo. Can y’believe it?”

Without saying a word, he’d place a hand to her shoulder. That signature smile would remain as he attempted to comfort the other. “We all do, Pearl. He’s off doing his own thing — as should we. I’m proud of him for that. I know she would be too.”