Fiddle peeks out his hat and then jumps on a table and picks up a tooth pick like a sword aiming it at him making smal warrior noises*

Fiddle: branding his whole top head inside the hat and starts grabbing bundles of his hair and using it as a small blanket*

Fiddle shakes on his head but sits and starts braiding riny strands of his hair^

Fiddle: his tiny hands crawl up on his shoulder and on his head and slightly lifts his hat thingy and crawls inside*

Fiddle: points at fool* nn..ni-c..e!

Fiddle: crawl over to fool and looks up at him and managed one word* n..n-ni..c..e

Fiddle: hisses at static with a “no sooping” look on his face*

Back-((

Fiddle: shuffles over and puts his coat on*
Brb I got dishes))

Fiddle: small giggle while he lays down exhausted^

Fiddle small noise as he makes small noises to the wounds*

Fiddle: pauses for a sec confused bc he has no English and then puts his hand up to him flipping him off not knowing what it meant*

Fiddle: he had longish bob sryle hair with full white cream eyes and a dirty face*

Fiddle: making small noises and strings together a word* n..nn!!! O!

Fiddle: slips out of his hoodie now in small short shorts and a really ripped up shirt while he starts running on his feet slipping up on the mud and his limbs were even worse on his chest and legs*

Fiddle shaking a lot and he manages to slip out of his hand and starts crawling away through the mud*

Fiddle: mm! *he’s so weak and so poor that he doesn’t even now how to speak words*

Fiddle: makes a small noise of scared ness and rejection while he flails his limbs and from further look he has giant chunks of skin missing from hi limbs where u can see the bone and some broken ribs*

Fiddle: falls out of his grip on to the mud shaking all muddy and when I say skinny I mean SKINNY and his cuts are old some newer than others*

Fiddle: looks very weak with small cut up and dirty body parts and he’s very skinny and starved but has a rain coat on with bunny ears sewn on the coat and he’s shaking very cold*