They'd salvaged a relationship, thankfully; Anon was a very relaxed soul, who preferred to joke rather than sweat about something. Something about being Moisturized and Unbothered? How it is simply how it is? He made some odd references most of the time, and only Sunset seemed to understand them. To a degree.

Anon's in his lane, he is focused, he is flourishing, he is...happy.

this shitpost illustration has to be the best one yet! great to see another fic from you

I giggled like a moron seeing trixie coming in with the mop(?).

WTF is those illustrations!
Holy (censored swear word), this is good.

lol!! Trixie with the bat!!

Imba

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