The valleys of the dream-bubbles are remarkably quiet tonight. A dark blue sky draws Anon in, the soft creak of leaves and dirt crushing under their every step as the only voice miles away. This peace only lasts about a few seconds.

A branch, or god knows what. All Anon knows is that they took one wrong step and managed to twist their whole body to fall in the most embarrassing way possible. A loud curse left their lips, a sharp whine that was powerful enough to make some animals around the forest turn around and flee away startled.

Anon groaned and tried to sit up despite the pain. It wasn’t that bad, but god did it sting. When they glanced up, a short figure greeted them back.

“Are you okay there?” Kankri spoke, his eyes narrowed and arms neatly folded over his chest. He wasn’t giving Anon a hand, apparently. “I couldn’t help but notice the noise you’ve made there. I was on a walk and well, your scream quite startled me, as well as the other creatures around. Now I know it was an unfortunate fall but— Ah, pardon me. You didn’t get any permanent damage from that fall, right? I don’t mean to imply you might have lesser cognitive abilities, but just in case, let me list some potentially sensitive topic so we’re on the same page—”

Oh god. He was talking. He was talking so much. Chest puffed out like he didn’t look like a yapping lapdog. He is STILL talking. Anon could barely make up most of it.