dumb nerd

This is a 20+ Space so. Shoo

Humble corner of the internet where i hit my head on several walls thinking of my current brainrots

" My apologies.... Are you two on break ? " Came the sudden groans of flooring as the desolate break room grew twice as cramped, any notion of fleeing was blocked off as the only exit stood behind a mass of manager.

" I'd hate if you were to return exhausted, do you know how important it is to me that we all pull our weight ? "

Grease dripped along the floor as McKima held out a bag before her, aroma filling the room with enough density to make anyone sick if they weren't already accustomed to the slop their kitchen specialized in. " Outside food isn't against the rules, but how is it that you're helping out when you're not familiar with what you're serving ? "

Usagi and Makima…

Least expected couple to arise and terrorize the restaurants of Japan, but it's not as if they're unwanted.

The redhead leaves most of the expression work to the blonde kept at her side, whatever twisted sense of admiration the devil can attempt to express on a face all too occupied with the meal before them. Chins dressed in too many colors to count, eating like an automated machine compared to the blonde happily gorging on fistfuls.

For Hogle Porker

For a skull so packed with lard, it doesn't come off as a surprise anymore when the numbers on the scale are invisible to her, no matter the amount of fat that blocks her view from it.

office AU setting.

The workplace Uma isn't a rare sight. For those who never pursued a career in their exceptional talents, an easy living to get them by just as any regular human. For what it's worth, files never arrive late, for those still capable....

" Snnrht!.... Hrh.. H-huh...... These papers... Y-yeah, I'll get them over...... "

Huffed a disgruntled Pocket, eyes opening to a stack of folders left on her desk. With an hour still left on the clock she'd rather spend the rest of it with her eyes shut and pretending to work, but as the only uma on her floor, papers transfer were begrudgingly made her duty.

No matter how unfit she was for it.

Pushing off with a grunt, her bariatric office chair rolled past the walls of her cubicle, lurching forwards at a pace that would lose her minutes to grip the handle of her cane. The "Intern 50" was always a one-off joke, to think two years in and doubling the number would eventually happen to the wheezing uma forcing herself upright. Wobbling where she stood as her flab bobbed in place within the restraints of her office wear, catching her balance as she stepped forwards with a tremble.

" Just.. Hff.. One foot after the other.. "

me every time I deploy Kirara