━━ 𝗕𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗔𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻. ⍈ 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗺 𝗠𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗛𝗶𝗴𝗵 𝗦𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 ⍈ 𝗡𝗲𝘄 𝗗𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 ⍈ 𝗔𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗼 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗿 ↺ & ♡

Nooneunderstandmydedication. — He protests, almost quietly, fixing the alarm.

Yep, 'cause we are in the same room... —

If you practice it, it becomes an art. Sharing room with my granpa, Im already a master. —

It's your turn to choose, I did it last time. —

When that time comes, your grandchildren will have like lamps in their eyes! Did you think about that? —

Well, definitely, i can't sleep. —

Just dont let it go to your head.—

Hit Blaine's head with a rubber ball. — Shus, trying to sleep here.

of course not, its just charity... —

- He sings some lost notes. Maybe it would become a complete song, or maybe, it would be as always lost somewhere in his notebook. -

A little bit of bachata. - ♬

thinking about the weekend.-

|| this!

I pay attention to the class, one second, and this happens.—

Piying itintin in cliss mimimi. —

i think.. i think i may leave homework until Sunday.