HoneyBun’s Dreams
hello tumblarians.
welcome to a segment that I like to call: HoneyBun’s Dreams.
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to set the scene, myself, @do-si-dodobird, @rad-ishy, and another friend whom I will call E, were having lunch.
We had been chatting gayly about who even knows what, they bring the check, we all pay separate except i pay for dodo’s (because they are the leech to my wallet), and Radish and E left, leaving me and Dodo at the table.
Dodo had a completely full glass of i assume lemonade because it was yellow but it could have been something else. Instead of like just drinking it or attempting to chug it, she grabs the entire glass and puts it in her jacket pocket.
(there were no dream physics either, you could clearly see it was in her pocket and the mystery drink was leaking from the jacket.)
i tried asking but dodo just started walking to my car, i drove her home like nothing happened.
I woke up feeling the need to drink lemonade.
