Remember: everything Georgenotfound says is made up.

George slowly woke up from his little slumber in the grass, feeling thorns sting his hand and the wetness of the moss. How long did he sleep that even on his shirt grew out small red mushroomsโ€ฆ? They shimmered in the gentle light of the sun. You pat his back twice, obviously noticing that he isnt dead. George groaned lightly, rubbing his tired eyes. โ€žWho are you..?โ€œ the brunette mumbled as he let out a little yawn.