I forgot this man runs around with eleventy tassels, a boob window, and a final fantasy sword strapped to his back.
(Oh and an on-the-go hairstyling set as well, I’m sure! He is a professional!)
Imagine your otp getting drunk and cooking together.
What happens if the cut,
The burn, the break
Was never in my brain
Or in my blood,
But in my soul?