Currently toying with the blade of a dagger. Don't worry, he's careful.

No one.

Protection.

He can protect himself.

Not really.

How can he forget?

Take it.

Nibbles on the treat. He will hide all signs of affection.

“Mother —” Does she know how long it takes to get every single strand in place?

“It took me forever to do my hair.” Uses his free hand to smooth it back down the best he can.

“Still needs to be perfect. Like Father says about everything.”

He's been up since 4 am.

Shadily existing.

He's allowed to eat one sweet per week. He already ate a cookie last night. x.com/thechoIeric/st…

His father is... strict. Touches childhood.

Maybe... If he wasn't lowkey jealous of his mother being with Ben they'd have nice things.

Ha.. Ha ha. x.com/Crustallium/st…

He doesn't... brood. x.com/thechoIeric/st…

He saw the ambulance nearly knock over a pedestrian. Did the mayor die or something? What is wrong with this place?

Paramedics on some GTA kind of shit.