Sep 3, 2018
“I like your hair...” Jay muttered vaguely as he reached out a hand to touch his friend’s curls. “Did you know penguins can’t fly? Does that mean they’re like water chickens? Do you think it makes them feel bad that they can’t fly or do they not care?” He then rambled, voice quiet and sounding very spaced out. The boy pulled his knees up to his chest, wincing slightly at the pain in his body and finally giving in; laying himself down on the couch as he gave up on trying to sit up straight. “I like to think penguins are happy, like in that movie about the dancing penguin. I hope chickens are happy, too...” @lovelukeg
