zephyr
You don't like bugs.
You don't like bugs.
You don't like bugs.
Yeah, I wrote it out three times, because that's how much you really don't like bugs. Especially not the kinds that are giant and buzzing and fly out of the fucking death jungle in large swarms. "Oi, fuck right on off!" you exclaim, swatting at the ones that fly past your face. But it isn't you they're interested in, it's Starboy over here - both starboys - which, like, are you supposed to be helping him if he's not even a real person?
Well, he seems real enough to you.
"Get outta here you buzzy assholes! Find somethin' yer own size t'carry off!" Probably not the most effective form of help, but your options are somewhat limited. Though you do grab a shirt out of your bag, the better to swat away the things.
Zeph yells at the bugs and tries to swat them off Ronin with his spare shirt.
You don't like bugs.
You don't like bugs.
Yeah, I wrote it out three times, because that's how much you really don't like bugs. Especially not the kinds that are giant and buzzing and fly out of the fucking death jungle in large swarms. "Oi, fuck right on off!" you exclaim, swatting at the ones that fly past your face. But it isn't you they're interested in, it's Starboy over here - both starboys - which, like, are you supposed to be helping him if he's not even a real person?
Well, he seems real enough to you.
"Get outta here you buzzy assholes! Find somethin' yer own size t'carry off!" Probably not the most effective form of help, but your options are somewhat limited. Though you do grab a shirt out of your bag, the better to swat away the things.
Zeph yells at the bugs and tries to swat them off Ronin with his spare shirt.
give your heart to a wanderer
who found your soul and called it home
who found your soul and called it home
