|description = Bobabirb is always seeking more food, and constantly stumbling along the way.
|description = Bobabirb is always seeking more food, and constantly stumbling along the way.
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==Description==
==Description==
{{Description|This is how close Bobabirb and [[Mimoo]]'s relationship is: They both fear yogurt.|[https://youtu.be/sqJMyH1rUaU Bobabirb's Tale: "Steeped in Iia"]}}
{{Description|This is how close Bobabirb and [[Mimoo]]'s relationship is: They both fear yogurt.|[https://youtu.be/sqJMyH1rUaU Bobabirb's Tale: "Steeped in Iia"]}}
==Abilities==
{{Abilities Table}}
==Story==
{{Description|greet an old friend: the beam above its bed. The wood grain is its companion's "language," elegant and unhurried, telling stories night after night. Tonight, in the beam's patterns, Bobabirb sees summer breezes over reeds, a knight plucking a lute on the riverbank, a song drifting as rain outside a princess's window. The beam is well-read, its tales ever-changing, a companion of Bobabirb through the long nights. Prone to insomnia from too much milk tea, Bobabirb finds its round body makes it hard to rise or turn, so all it can do is stare at the ceiling beam, which only deepens the pain of sleepless nights. Fortunately, it doesn't seem bored.}}
==Gallery==
==Gallery==
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Bobabirb wants to make everyone happy by sharing its milk tea...
Story
greet an old friend: the beam above its bed. The wood grain is its companion's "language," elegant and unhurried, telling stories night after night. Tonight, in the beam's patterns, Bobabirb sees summer breezes over reeds, a knight plucking a lute on the riverbank, a song drifting as rain outside a princess's window. The beam is well-read, its tales ever-changing, a companion of Bobabirb through the long nights. Prone to insomnia from too much milk tea, Bobabirb finds its round body makes it hard to rise or turn, so all it can do is stare at the ceiling beam, which only deepens the pain of sleepless nights. Fortunately, it doesn't seem bored.
Old: "[...] The beam is well-read, its tales always changing, keeping Bobabirb company through the long night.Because of drinking too much milk tea, Bobabirb is prone to insomnia. Its round body makes it hard to rise or turn, so all it can do is stare at the ceiling beam—deepening the pain of sleepless nights. Luckily, it doesn't seem bored."
New: "[...] The beam is well-read, its tales ever-changing, a companion of Bobabirb through the long nights. Prone to insomnia from too much milk tea, Bobabirb finds its round body makes it hard to rise or turn, so all it can do is stare at the ceiling beam, which only deepens the pain of sleepless nights. Fortunately, it doesn't seem bored.
Story was updated:
Old: "Bobabirb waves its clumsy little hands to greet an old friend: the beam above its bed. The wood grain is its companion's "language," elegant and unhurried, telling stories night after night. Tonight, in the beam's patterns, Bobabirb sees summer breezes over reeds, a knight plucking a lute on the riverbank, a song drifting as rain outside a princess's window. The beam is well-read, its tales ever-changing, a companion of Bobabirb through the long nights. Prone to insomnia from too much milk tea, Bobabirb finds its round body makes it hard to rise or turn, so all it can do is stare at the ceiling beam, which only deepens the pain of sleepless nights. Fortunately, it doesn't seem bored."
New: "greet an old friend: the beam above its bed. The wood grain is its companion's "language," elegant and unhurried, telling stories night after night. Tonight, in the beam's patterns, Bobabirb sees summer breezes over reeds, a knight plucking a lute on the riverbank, a song drifting as rain outside a princess's window. The beam is well-read, its tales ever-changing, a companion of Bobabirb through the long nights. Prone to insomnia from too much milk tea, Bobabirb finds its round body makes it hard to rise or turn, so all it can do is stare at the ceiling beam, which only deepens the pain of sleepless nights. Fortunately, it doesn't seem bored."
