I just keep choking on my heart.

                         "I missed it...?" This is what you get for sleeping 5ever, Riley. Being naturally low on energy and staying up all night one day will make you sleep for two. "Is everything still up, or did Doctor Dickweed tear it down already?"

           { ✿ }  ”—- Is something wrong with prettymoose?” Ohoho, she’s taunting him now? 

                         "I--...no?" Just going to be awkward forever. And mister bear is going to stay next to his pillow for the rest of 9ever. "...what was yesterday?" Pretty-I-sleep-all-through-yesterday-and-today-moose.

       —- That smile is the smile of someone who is secretly evil. 

                         And prettymoose will just try to pretend his face isn't red and that he isn't having slightly-painful dokis. hjfdyguvycdjfguyhik.

    EVERYONE PLEASE. YOU ARE DISRUPTING THE SHOW.

           Watch— just watch as the bubble girl judges all of you.

                         THIS ISN’T ANIMAL PLANET, YOU FUCKS.

                         WELL MAYBE IF YOU’D STOP BREAKING THE FOURTH WALL THIS WOULDN’T BE HAPPENING.

                         STOP BEING THAT GUY, POTATO-PERSON.

                         POTATO FACE PLEASE. THIS IS NOT MUTUAL OF OMAHA’S ST. VICTORIA’S MEDICAL CENTRE.

                         PILLOWBOY PLEASE! WHO SAID YOU COULD BREAK CHARACTER?!

                         EXCUSE YOU POTATO FACE. WHO SAID YOU COULD YELL IN A HOSPITAL?

                         Exactly. Gurl better check herself before she wrecks herself, or causes sassymoose to make the wreck happen--someone better hold his earrings--...? Does human prettymoose even have earrings? "And microwaved. And cake is nasty when it's microwaved." Same for bread products. So chibi!prettymoose may have put cake in the microwave once or twice because it was cold and he had sensitive teeth. Never again, okay. Never again.

           { ✿ }  ”They all were, even mean nurse dictator. — She lost though, and has been at least five times nastier to us.” Riley, MND now gives lectures if you misbehave. You have been forewarned. Doctor Faggot— Abri hasn’t spoken to him to outside checking her vitals since Christmas. Not until he returns her damned Christmas tree. “—- With rainbow sprinkles on top.” Cue the airy giggle, brushing a hand through tangled bedhead. 

                         "...I don't understand why they don't just fire her mean ass." MND better bring it, because sassymoose isn't having any of that. He'll like...leave moose tracks in her lecture. Ha. Take that, MND. The Ice King and his army of Gunther penguins don't care. "...and that badly-made, diabetes-sweet buttercream frosting."

           { ✿ }   “You don’t know?” Abrifish assumes everyone does, but often forgets that patients actually leave the hospital and don’t spend their free time snooping about like some loli-fied version of Sherlock Holmes. “They have betting pools, mostly on us—” For her, it’s usually putting money on when Abri’s next temper tantrum will be.  ”The insensitive  doctors, like Daniel, —- they bet on deaths sometimes.” Know it all loli, notorious for spilling the beans. 

                         "...and he was betting on my ass showing back up here, wasn't he." That probably should have been a question, but it didn't sound like one. Prettymoose's determination to live far out-measures his will to give up, and Doctor Faggot...well, he really insults it, so mister giant happy feet doesn't take kindly to that. "Fucking seven-layer prick cake..." Riley please you are in the presence of a lady.