Good thing he doesn't even know what school is, so he probably won't see the man? Nope. He's going to school, he just doesn't know it yet. x.com/VPKingLevesque…

Just pokes his chest as if to question who he was and why he was making weird noises. x.com/VPKingLevesque…

He poked the man's chest again. He wanted to know who he was. The boy didn't even open his mouth to speak. x.com/VPKingLevesque…

He nodded quickly but still a frown formed on his face. "Who...?" He asked, only speaking because he had a lot of questions. He didn't know who this Santa was. x.com/VPKingLevesque…

// sorry for the delay. Lots of things going on and I'm exhausted.

He shook his head in response. The boy didn't have a house or a tree of his own. One simply frowned, utterly confused. x.com/VPKingLevesque…

// please favorite this if I have skipped your reply on accident

He shook his head. No one ever really did that for him and he didn't quite understand. Instead the boy just took a seat on the ground, in the snow. x.com/VPKingLevesque…

He sighed and shook his head. He sort of knew what the man was talking about but not really. One quietly pulled his knees to his chest. x.com/VPKingLevesque…

// Soooo I need some post lab SLs. I would like One to be able to go to school and maybe have someone to stay with, preferably an adult. Would anyone be willing to plot with me?

One took the coat and wrapped it around his shoulders to avoid the chill of the snow. He didn't realize that snow was what was making him cold. The boy had never experienced it before. x.com/VPKingLevesque…

// BUBBLE! x.com/MayorElegance/…

One was sitting in the back of the class as usual, though his focus was actually on Mr. Phillip Dawson. 's lecture this time rather than the drawing on his desk. The boy hardly ever showed up to school and when he did, he never spoke and often used the books provided by the --

Mr. Phillip Dawson. -- school, never having one of his own. At least the boy could find the correct page number even if he couldn't read a word. The boy hoped it wouldn't happen again today as it did in his history class the day before. He didn't know if be could love through--

Mr. Phillip Dawson. -- *live* being called on again, yet here he was, the intimidating English teacher calling on him to read a page from the book. For what seemed like several long minutes, he remained silent. Finally the trembling boy opened his lips but only gazed directly at --

Mr. Phillip Dawson. -- Mr. Dawson, staring in fear before glancing down at the page.

// WHALES THAT VAPE I'M DYING x.com/MayorElegance/…

He shook his head. It wasn't that he didn't want to talk. He just couldn't most of the time. x.com/MayorElegance/…

// I want someone to play Eileen’s ex. He’s a piece of shit. Angst worthy.

// BTW RT THIS. I’m not against the idea of plotting with someone that has another existing character and make that character Eileen’s ex! Hit me up! x.com/MayorElegance/…