What happened to the peaceful days when one could simply take a nap and not wake up to find someone has stitched something to me while I was asleep. I admit the pouch might come in handy but I would have appreciated a heads up or something. It's bad enough Kent walked in on me during my embarrassing discovery, it's even worst what this mysterious seamstress might add to me next!?


a commission for womblesfan


art by me