“Ah! You’re a life saver!” Possibly literally. God /knows/ what happened. Though it probably isn’t that bad. She might be overreacting just a bit. As they wait, she’s just sort of.. drifting off in thought.

//trin

She’s sitting on her bed of empty soda and beer cans, pondering. ‘To be fair, I know art is my main goal. But, maybe cooking could be a side hobby?’ trin..............your definition of a good meal is twigs how would you even learn to cook

“Judging by...what I’ve seen around, and how it’s getting far far colder...I can only guess that Christmas is coming up.” Ah—the saddest time of year for her. “I shall isolate myself once more. It’s tradition, after all.”

“I’m also about 70% sure I missed thanksgiving. What a shame.” A sudden chill hits her, and she shivers for a moment. “Aaaand I don’t have anything for this weather so it looks like I’ll be in here for the whole season.” She’s over exaggerating things.

//since this didn’t get any rts on my main i tried traditional painting for the first time in a long time! here’s a monochromatic therizinosaurus im super proud of.

GOTTA BLAST

//TRIN

“anyone wanna join me on the f̵̙̈́o̵̜̯͒ŕ̴̥̻̌b̴̡̫̎͗i̵̤̣͝d̵̲̊d̷͓̟̈̓e̸̡̛͍n̵̹̲̈̓ ̴͚̝́p̸͔̠̅ĺ̷̤̊ả̴̫ỷ̸̢͍g̷͍͕̅r̶͚̟̈́ō̷̪͓͝ú̷̗͊ń̵͔͙ḏ̴̪͒̈́”

“you cowards are missing out smh”

“THEY EVEN GOT ZIPLINES WOAHHHHH” TRIN THOSE ARE WIRES

“..... ᶠᶦⁿᵉ.” jUST PLEASE DONT BE MAD

taps her fingers. “whoops. im sorry.”

“Concerned..?” Hrm. That’s reassuring. “Thanks. I worry about you too, laddie.” Can she call him that? She’ll call him that.

Trin holds onto her tiny tiny bluebird plush, and lays in her can bed. It’s raining outside. Very contently, she hums a tune. She’s happy. Tired, but happy. The plush makes her feel less alone.