The Winner of Season 50

This is a blog run by me, I assume you know who I am, no?

Anyhow, this is for PR. Ask questions if you'd like to.

. . . I'm not exactly sure what you expect me to say in this situation. How would you feel?

-⭐️

Whatever else is written is torn off, leaving only a small scrap of paper barely hanging off the paper with torn parts of an unrecognizable address and a name scribbled out as if the sender changed their mind last minute.

Happy birthday, You." — @alnst-hyunwoo

Truthfully, all the blonde could do was read over this mysterious letter five, maybe six times. Maybe a seventh time would help him to understand who could have written this at all, given he was usually fine at depicting who was who based on eligibility of handwriting.

"... A Bad friend?" Luka questioned aloud, flipping the sheet over to look at it. No name, no indication of who could have sent it. Maybe it was a fan, perhaps somebody else who had formed a parasocial relationship with a celebrity, thinking they were close.

It didn't feel right to thank the air, there wasn't a need to thank somebody who wasn't in front of him. The letter was placed somewhere safe, a spot hopefully Heperu wouldn't find it, not that he was one to search for anything.

And how many cubes do you own at the moment? A collection probably heh

When I was younger I actually had the same habit of playing with Rubik cubes to make time pass. It’s been awhile though, maybe I’ll get one again. ^^

-Mao🪼

This is a good question.

I was pretty frail as a kid, however that didn't stop me from sometimes engaging in activity. I used to roll a ball around with an old friend, or I'd get carried around if so pleased. I preferred to read, or do my own thing.

— @mirror-sua

"... Bad omen? It's more of a blessing to be able to converse with somebody like me; You understand me more than anyone, don't you?"