yǒu • you3
Yoshi is in the basement of the bakery, where he walks to and fro in the flour-covered cement-floored room. Tucked under his armpit is a folding stool. Every couple of minutes he will unfold the folding stool for his friend to sit on. The top of the folding stool never has anyone sitting on it, because Yoshi has no friends. He's going crazy from inhaling too much flour down in the basement.