The block watched Boss walk out with Bristow then looked back at his waffle that was almost brown because of how much syrup it had absorbed. He frowned at it softly and laid it down onto the plate from which it came from. He gazed upon the messy table. He looked at Boss's spot which was covered in scattered plates and chunks of meat and then moved his gaze to Bristow's seat. It was covered in breadcrumbs and all his utensils were bent out of place because of the forcefulness he put behind his bite. A small buzz escaped the block when he shivered at the thought of the jester's teeth. They always gave the block chills and now realizing how powerful they were made him near fear of Bristow's ivories. Blockhead always tried to look past everyone's oddities but there were a few things he just couldn't get over (one being the jester's dentures). He loved Bristow, his personality, his humor, his nature, even the bells at the end of his hat that jingled when he "bounced" made the block happy. He honestly wished the jester and Boss would get along.

Boss was the only creature in the universe who was perfect, or at least to Blockhead. To most in the realm of Chromah Boss is just the leader... Like a queen. A lot think she's harsh but Blockhead, knowing what goes on "behind the scenes", knows Chromah wouldn't still exist without her. To him she was more than just a ruler. She was more, like a mother almost... No... A goddess.... No.... She was God.

Blockhead's vibrant screen scanned the area once more. He needed to clean...