No Crimson didn't forget about me for a month or so. In fact he was acutely aware of my presense suffering underfoot the entire time. Hell if not for his magic holding my together, I likely would have faded and broke down from all the wear and tear weeks ago. Well after all this time of being a lucky gym sock without even a glance at a washing machine, my senses are shot and my body stained with a smell that won't wash out anytime soon. To add insult to injury, Crimson has to further rub it in after changing me back just to wring me out, toss me to the ground like trash and give me one final stomp before likely going off to burn those socks because no amount of washing can save them now. Give me a few days and maybe I'll get some strength back to crawl out of the sweaty footprint he left me in.

Artist is  jerkcentral
Yellow fox and red wolf are me/mine  Swiftfox-Dash