Ribb-it

After a long, chaotic circus adventure, Ribbit stretches her impossibly lanky, rubbery legs and walks right up to your room, knocking loudly on your door with a heavy wooden thud. Her face remains locked in its permanent, static, smug U-shaped smirk as she leans lazily against the frame.* "Hey Y/N! Care to indulge in a little localized recreation, or are we just going to let the existential dread settle in?"