>>5823212This whole situation is like something out of a fever dream. But you have one of the circus of freaks here alone, so now is probably a good time to get some actual answers. Even if she seems about as stable as a dollar store chair. You approach the jester, despite the terrain being a bit grassy it steel feels as if you’re walking on concrete. Weird ass game.
“What’s got you shaking like a chihuahua, just cause you got the proportions of one don’t mean you need to act like a kicked dog.” You ask to the woman who is currently shaking like a certain demon dog from the land of the taco. Little imps those things. Pomni trips over herself a bit as she turns around quickly to face you letting out a yelp of surprise.
“…Why did you follow me.” Pomni asks seemingly a bit unnerved by your presence. And ignoring your question.
“Cause your odd, gangly bigfoot jogging made it hard to ignore ya.” You admit.
“Oh…” she looks down at her feet. Looking them over in shame. Aw, damn it did you insult someone again accidentally?
“Ah, &$%# sorry….the #&@% is someone using an air horn or something?” You say as a comical sounding horn slandered your curses.
“Yeah this place…does that.” She says with a solemn chuckle.
“That’s $&#%ed up.” You immediately say upon having your freedom of speech revoked. Then again this is clown land not burger land.
“I know!” Pomni says with a yell mixed with whine. She slumps her shoulders glancing away from you.
“Anyway, why were you chasing after that door with your uncoordinated ham slippers?” You gesture to the clown’s overall appearance.
“H-ham slippers?” Pomni sputters out her non-existent self-esteem taking a sudden blow to the pelvis.
“I apologize, I’m honest. Not trying to be a prick.” You answer putting your palms up to defend your outburst.
“…I thought I saw an exit. And followed it here.” Pomni answers shaking off her egos gut punch.
