07-01-2019, 09:21 PM
On her round-a-bout travels through the fair, Lacie passes by the mystery box. He stares at it for a while, and returns decidedly ruffled, with some cotton stuck to his ear and a needle still sticking out of her hand. Triumphantly, and shoving the last piece of (merch, perhaps?) cannibalized for the new plushie, he shoves it into the chute.