A giant turtle. What the hell. He finds himself just staring-- he had only ever seen little tiny turtles before, by the creeks he would play by as a kid. This one was....drinking something out of a mug. Opposable thumbs? Wearing a mask?
Kristoff hit his head against the wall again-- harder than the first go. Because now he knows he's dreaming, or maybe he got hit in the face with a lute, or maybe he died randomly. Nothing, though, could explain to Kristoff's poor brain why there was a gigantic turtle just hanging out and drinking a cup of joe, staring out the windows.
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A giant turtle. What the hell. He finds himself just staring-- he had only ever seen little tiny turtles before, by the creeks he would play by as a kid. This one was....drinking something out of a mug. Opposable thumbs? Wearing a mask?
Kristoff hit his head against the wall again-- harder than the first go. Because now he knows he's dreaming, or maybe he got hit in the face with a lute, or maybe he died randomly. Nothing, though, could explain to Kristoff's poor brain why there was a gigantic turtle just hanging out and drinking a cup of joe, staring out the windows.