The Joxter found himself standing at The Mymble’s door, Polaroids of his youth spent with her in hand. It’d been so long since he’d seen her last. Perhaps she wouldn’t want him to visit after all this time. Perhaps she’d rather not see him ever again. He was nervous, afraid even. Yet hesitantly he raised his hand to knock on the looming, wooden door.
I like them
Characters - The Mymble, The Joxter
Media - The Moomins
Song - [ Ссылка ]
Happy Pride Month, friends !!
