When Mochi Ludwig is really, really angry, he puffs up into a huge, terrifying balloon-shaped ball.
When his anger subsides, he deflates back to his normal cube self.
In especially emotional circumstances, Mochi Ludwig then shuffles off to wallow in misery with the help of many, many pints of beer whilst staring off into the sunset and crying.
i wish there wasn’t a stigma about doing things alone. you can’t go out to eat alone, you can’t see a movie alone, basically anything fun, you’re looked down on for doing alone and it’s so stupid you shouldn’t need other people to validate your decisions
Why is everything so frustratingly cute in Japan? Can’t give a glass of water without sparkles and straw with a cute animal.