Post by dogfishtrot on Dec 2, 2020 12:12:42 GMT -5
art with me,
Van was rolling along. As he does. Around the city and through the town, as some would say in a distant land. How could he remember that? Either way, he found solace in the organization of it all. It was comforting. Bloblings of all shapes and sizes passed Van as he made his way to the library. Some had wings. Some were brightly colored. Others were similar to him, round amorphous beings that strolled similar to him. A tiny smile exposed his happiness.
He entered the library. His eyes glistened with glee. There seemed to be a few more bloblings around today. He turned to the librarian, who was more than likely tired of seeing this blob, her critical stare pierced his little body. He hopped to. His legless sphere squished and bounced to a table near the outside rung of the library. It was one of the few places with a window. He liked a little view while drawing. Van picked a few crayons and pencils from a nearby box, squished some blank paper into his body, and bounded to his 'station'. It took a few moments for the blobling to lay out his workspace to his specificity but it was worth it.
He entered the library. His eyes glistened with glee. There seemed to be a few more bloblings around today. He turned to the librarian, who was more than likely tired of seeing this blob, her critical stare pierced his little body. He hopped to. His legless sphere squished and bounced to a table near the outside rung of the library. It was one of the few places with a window. He liked a little view while drawing. Van picked a few crayons and pencils from a nearby box, squished some blank paper into his body, and bounded to his 'station'. It took a few moments for the blobling to lay out his workspace to his specificity but it was worth it.
