1/19-1/25 Though the whole school was already feeling the aftereffects of Nancy's week off, Gershel had barely noticed it at all. She did good work, sure, but he didn't eat at the cafeteria all that often.
However, for lack of a dependable source of human food that wasn't mooched off of what few friends he had, the Garbodor had started to fall back into old habits. Specifically, the habit of rooting through other people's garbage looking for a bite to eat. He might've taken this as a blow against his pride if he had any, but he didn't, so he didn't.
But whose garbage, you might be wondering, did he root through. Could it be yours?
Maybe.
1/29-1/31 One thing to remember about Gershel here is that he did not do very well in crowds. Or other sentient beings in general, really, but crowds in particular. Especially if they're in the habit of staring silently at him as he tries to walk through the halls.
Admittedly, the Goombas were giving him a bit of a wide berth, but there was still a tight circle of little mushroom men huddled around him. A single bead of sweat, or possibly chicken grease, trickled down his forehead, and he gulped. He could feel their eyes on him, like they were gazing into some deep, dusty corner of his soul. What were this things? How did they get here? What did they want from him?!
So he stood there, paralyzed and shivering, occasionally taking a step forward before immediately withdrawing.
Yeah, this was probably going to take awhile.
Other times also Though he tried not to make too much of a spectacle, Gershel was far from the most inconspicuous guy on campus. All you really had to do was look out for the smell.
He can be found hanging around in either human or trashblob flavors, taking in the sights, shuffling nervously between classes, and just sort of generally being really smelly and awkward.
BE-15 in Yamadada's closet
Though the whole school was already feeling the aftereffects of Nancy's week off, Gershel had barely noticed it at all. She did good work, sure, but he didn't eat at the cafeteria all that often.
However, for lack of a dependable source of human food that wasn't mooched off of what few friends he had, the Garbodor had started to fall back into old habits. Specifically, the habit of rooting through other people's garbage looking for a bite to eat. He might've taken this as a blow against his pride if he had any, but he didn't, so he didn't.
But whose garbage, you might be wondering, did he root through. Could it be yours?
Maybe.
1/29-1/31
One thing to remember about Gershel here is that he did not do very well in crowds. Or other sentient beings in general, really, but crowds in particular. Especially if they're in the habit of staring silently at him as he tries to walk through the halls.
Admittedly, the Goombas were giving him a bit of a wide berth, but there was still a tight circle of little mushroom men huddled around him. A single bead of sweat, or possibly chicken grease, trickled down his forehead, and he gulped. He could feel their eyes on him, like they were gazing into some deep, dusty corner of his soul. What were this things? How did they get here? What did they want from him?!
So he stood there, paralyzed and shivering, occasionally taking a step forward before immediately withdrawing.
Yeah, this was probably going to take awhile.
Other times also
Though he tried not to make too much of a spectacle, Gershel was far from the most inconspicuous guy on campus. All you really had to do was look out for the smell.
He can be found hanging around in either human or trashblob flavors, taking in the sights, shuffling nervously between classes, and just sort of generally being really smelly and awkward.