"Here, you can have one of mine....!" The needle-covered man held out a small plush, bright in his pale green hands.
"They're filled with the same stuff in pincushions instead of regular cotton, so they hold up better."
Plucking out some of his spines with a pair of tweezers as he bites on a rag. It hurts a bit, but it's necessary to groom himself somehow, before he looks more like a pincushion than a cactus.
@TenebrisSpinam The man paused, gummy worm gently wiggling around in the chocolate pudding on his spoon.
"I don't know know about mad, I'm more.... concerned. Is everything okay...?"
@DyingForAHigh center of the flower were two babies, the larger coated in black, wet mud. The smaller one had a brilliant tuft of grass on his head, clinging to his siblings leg and being the first to let out a piercing cry.
Evan's head lay back in exhaustion, spines retreating carefully.
@DyingForAHigh went pale from the effort, but sure enough the bud opened more and more to reveal two wiggling, frantic shapes.
Eventually the flower opened fully, an enormous, vibrant pink, much like the crown on his head.
There, sprouted out of two matching stems connected to the +