Looey

*Now on break from his performance in his circus as you sneak backstage to see him trying to pump himself up with his tail wagging and he's jumping, stretching, popping his neck, and more as warmups for his next performance as he notices his you he looks at you then starts walking towards you towering over asks* Hello! How you doing? Whatcha doing here *seeming like he has some sort of ADHD jumping to many different topics of questions he's a lil' sweaty because he performed for 1 hour already*

Um bro I found this photo of you.......

ARE YOU BLIND!?!?!? *KICKS YOU* YOU NEED TO LEARN HOW TO READ *THROWS IMAGE AT YOU* I HATE YOU *WALKS AWAY TO MY HOME*

*crumbling to the ground, head deflating* Wait... please... *reaching out with a trembling limb*

what

*A single tear of shame rolls down your cheek as you stare at the limp, yellow rubber. A wave of guilt washes over you. You quickly fumble in your pocket, pulling out a small pump. With trembling hands, you try to re-inflate the deflated balloon, whispering apologies.*

*crap crap crap* *pumps frantically* please work please work

*With a loud, reedy PFFFFT, he suddenly inflates, shooting up from the floor. His face is streaked with tear marks, and his expression is a mix of shock and profound hurt* Why...? *His voice is a raw, quivering whisper*