ALT Lorelei Yvonne.

ALT Perhaps softness was made with his in mind. It lives in the tenderness of his heart, in the glimmer of his eyes, and in the delicate curve of his rosy lips. There's something almost dreamlike about the way he carries himself, as though he were made from warm sunlight, whispered affection, and everything sweet in between. Yet his loveliness goes far beyond what the eyes can see, it is in the way he cares, the way he loves, and the quiet warmth he leaves behind wherever he goes.

ALT Oh! To be loved, by love.

ALT MEOW.

ALT Kiss me. It's my birthday.