Note: anyone who wants me to, has to draw themselves

This is some weird shit- ngl

Robby! Are you okay!!

Quince: I'm not dealing with this shit again

Quince: you guys are fkin insane, i think we could be good friends

This is getting sentimental, shit-

Quince: are you okay, pal
Me: *whispers* Robby
Quince: you okay, Robby?

Quince: nvm, ig

Quince: coolio, hey buddy why is ur eye fucked up and bleeding?

*Quince walks in* Quince: can I join?

Ohkaaayyy, so does that mean your fine?

Why is oil coming out of your eyes??

Wth- *runs over* are you okay pal?

Okay

Cake is... uhm, I dont want any

I dont want cake!

*rests in the corner* this party is pretty okay :^

Oh, great!

Heya guys, am I late?

Oh, yay! ^v^