“Please stop calling me old...”

I’m only twenty nine please let me live

I know I look old it’s the stress

Oh shit do it please finally I can see her again

Please

Thank /dies

G r o a n s

Another day... A soft sigh as he brings the warm mug to his lips, the steam fogging up his glasses only momentarily. Yet another rough night... chasing after her within his dreams... never fast enough. She was always just out of his reach...

||: Honestly? Claire fan art is so pretty?? [Source: pixiv.net/member_illust.…]

||: I have: so much muse for Spruce.

“I’m not old...” he grumbles softly. “It’s just my face.”

“I’m only twenty nine...”

“Not that old...”

“Why are you all like this—?”

“Now, now, that’s hardly necessary... I’ve done nothing yet to earn your respect... it’s simply a meaningless title I earned from a few years of hard work, really.”

“You’re very kind, young Miss Lillie. Now,” He clasps his hands behind his back, tilting his head. “is there anything I can help you with..?”

“The night always brings a certain... melancholy...”

||: Please love my boy Spruce

Wheezes