Good gravy, this thing is unpleasant, and not in an easily definable way.
It’s the sort of thing that makes me feel like I should apologize to the world, on behalf of the world, for its existence.
But at the same time, sadistically inflict the knowledge of its existence upon others.
Sorry.
Gah.
Bene vīvite.
This…this panda is so happy at the prospect of being a dog’s busy buddy / mouth friend.
That face. That reality-piercing gaze. It’s hypnotic. It’s terrifying. It’s sheer, unrestrained joy contorted into a caricature of soulless delight in its own impending destruction.
Don’t you dare try to tell me that’s its nose.
Don’t you dare.
Bene scribete.
Writin' Fish 