[ he has just enough time to think oh god, i'm in a twisted disney movie when he sees the spinning wheel before his mind just goes weirdly blank. for sunny, that's a very strange feeling, with his head full fit to burst at literally any time of the day. beneath his flesh and bones, after all, the core of him is the creator of the universe, and what he was is sort of hard to deal with even on his best days.

it would have been nice, the blankness, only it lasts just long enough for sunny to realize it's there. then there's a sharp pain in his finger, and sunny yelps, yanking his hand away, blood already trailing down his fingertip and dripping to the ground. immediately, he jams his finger in his mouth, trying to stem the bleeding, glancing around to try to find something to wrap it with until he can get a bandaid on it.

and then he spots.. someone. sunny is sort of awkward and dreamy at the best of times, but the expression that crosses his face goes downright dazed. his hand falls away from his mouth, forgotten, and not at all sure why, he steps forward to trot toward them.

ah. ]

[ somewhere, somehow, sunny's managed to get his hands on some colored chalk, and now he appears to be intensely, almost unnaturally focused on the random wall he's drawing on. the sketching is almost frantic, full of what appears to be a slowly-forming garden. his hands are covered in chalk, and he's probably not supposed to be drawing on this wall or any wall, but he also looks..

distressed, maybe. like he wants to stop, but he can't. ]

does anyone know what happens at home when we don't wake up like normal???
i have a very protective angel that might get smite-y if he thinks someone's hurt me and i'd really rather not wake up to a smoldering ruin where earth was :(