Popcorn peeps happily, waddling clumsily around your living room, her Mama Lavender keeping a close eye only inches away. Popcorn isn’t wonderful at it yet, but she seems to be having fun, occasionally repeating “Papcorn Splorin!” to you or her mother. It’s adorable, to hear her excitement over a task as little as walking around, but then again she’s only been aware for a few days. You glance down from your phone and watch as she bumps into the table leg, again, sighing before going to comfort the now whimper foal.
Originally going to show an arcades Huggy Breeder, the sketch above was supposed to be a bit more sad. I got burnt out half way though drawing the prize counter though, so figured I’d give the Splorin Baby trope a gander.
cute.
