𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐑.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ❛ I just wanna say from the bottom of my heart: 𝙮𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙨. ❜ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ╱ H E R M E S .

Is he OKAY.

:o

So. Much. Tension.

Connor can’t blame him. A lot of sketchy people these days. Oh, great! Does as he’s told, bringing out his lunchbox plastered with old stickers. “I’m Connor, by the way. This my most prized possession.”

That would just be straight up horrifying and evil. Of course, they’re regular nuggets! He’s a thief, not a monster.

Yeah. T’was pretty intense. But he survived so. Anyways. Want some nugs, man? He’s got all the dips. Sharing food is always a great way to make friends.

Okay, maybe it was overly exaggerated, but he did almost got his head dunked in a toilet the last time Sherman was here.

Why does he feel an intense stare on him? Could almost feel holes being burned into his skull.

You know it’s really time to run when the Ares kids arrive.

It’s an EPIDEMIC. Run for the hills!

Even the word ‘yawn’ is triggering for him. Oh, gods—he’s yawning again.

Also yawns.

It’s a title he takes pride in. Shrugs.

Would’ve went down as the best fireworks display in history.