*bring them to the bench and sits down covering face with ears*
Lammy: *kind if still crying* A-are you okay?
n n n no I j just I’m a l l lil-
L: Little w-what?
*struggling to speak and crying softly * a a lil-
L: *hugging*
o oh
L: Are you okay?
F: I FOUND MR PICKLESSSS
*ears over face crying *
F: *trips and mr pickles falls out of his hand and lands in lammys mouth*
L: *muffled* mmm-
I might have to gtg to bed soon btw
(ok)
