𝑽𝑨𝑳𝑨𝑲.

– – . & an admirer of the 𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨

Just how he comes in at the wrong times—. But this is amusing.

Impressive.

Is this what's going on?

“Gross,”

Yawns loudly.

He needs company!

Well. . He's gonna do it.

— — — . &

“Holy people. . Liars.”

“Scream for me.~"

“I require. . 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧.”

“Bet.”

He's found a snacc.

“Burn. All of you.”

“I know. I've been practicing.~” He was extremely full of himself, but excited he managed to do something.

“I just so happened to trip into a split.” Yes, because that's a common reaction to falling.

“I have heard your name before. Not unfamiliar to me.” What seemed to be the thin lens of contacts were sheer genetics—irises crafted of the brightest, most neon colors. They grew more and more vibrant with every change of hormonal balance and emotion. Especially anger.

“Well, I didn't this time.” Juts a hip.

Swivels up. “Not enthused?~”