Terzo gifted it to him, he hates it with a burning passion
Didn't want to go too crazy with details or composition after not drawing for months, so please accept my humble offering as an apology for dying temporarily 🙏
Mountain, entering his room and climbing into bed, pulling back the sheets: "...And what are you doing in here?"
Dewdles, Dew's imp, tucked into bed like he owns it: "...Eep."
Mountain, nudging him: "Out, out-"
Dewdles: -digging down deeper into the blankets-
Mountain: "I will lay on you. I'll do it and I'll make it look like an accident."
Dew, appearing from under a pile of pillows on the bed: "Don't crush my imp, he's only a baby."
Mountain: "And why are YOU in my bed?"
Dew: "..." -pulling Dewdles into the pillow pile- "...I plead the 2nd."
Mountain, getting under the covers: "We're not in America, and it's the 5th amendment, not the 2nd."
Dew: "...What's the 2nd then?"
Mountain: "The right to bare arms?"
Dew, sleepy: "Wow, they can't even not wear sleeves in America."
Mountain: "Or maybe it's bear arms?"
Dew: "They shouldn't take bears' arms, they need those to... do bear things."
Dewdles, witnessing the delirium of sleepiness kicking in: "...Eep."
Mountain and Dew: "Yes, eep."
Listen @hypnoneghoul you can't just drop a wonderful and heartwarming Swiss Cowboy being so smitten by transfem barmaid Mountain fic without expecting something from me!!!!! 🤠🫠
It's only a 5 minutes sketch there is more coming you better prepare!! 😤