it’s all happening too fast ; the kiss, the photo.. surely he’s as red as her lips. “ grelle, no — ”

glancing right back at her.. huffing. “ 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦. one photo. ”

scoff. he does lean in closer toward her, head beside her’s. lips upturned juuust enough to truly lack his signature death stare. as good as it’s going to get.. “ may i remove them now ? ”

( LAURIE ⁉️ )

( the way the b*ts flock to me has to be studied what have i done to deserve this )

pulls the ears off, setting them neatly atop a nearby table. farewell, hideous beast. pushes up glasses. sigh. “ the photo is to your liking, i take it ? ” brow raise.

so long as few people see it, he doesn’t mind.. even if he isn’t particularly one for photography, if it makes her happy.. “ let me see. ”

he takes it, eyes narrow as they settle upon it. he pays little attention to himself, focusing on the redhead instead. “ .. the ears look cute on you, too. ” hands it back. “ thank you. ”

head tilts, ghost of a smile evident on lips. “ i look forward to that copy. ”

-𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕍𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥 𝔻𝕣𝕦𝕚𝕥t- (Independent Portrayal of an OC who fits into the #blackbutlerrp/#Fandomless/#MVRP

( all these bots in my following william get behind me )