#baiming!

Freminet has a sweet and flowy style of writing, conveying all his feelings that he would be too flustered to say out loud. Special limited edition stationery, cute stickers in all sorts of pastels, soft paper envelopes with a patterned interior. His fingers are steady as he etches smooth ink in cursive across his page, using flowery words and metaphors and all sorts of magic he pulls from his favorite fairytales. He pours our favorite wax colors over the edge of the envelope, stamping it gently. Full of love, he writes our names across the backs of the envelopes, kissing the seals before slipping these sweet love letters into my bag or into GaMing’s satchel.

GaMing is chaos and energy and love that burns bright and hot as the sun. He’s so full of it that he doesn’t even know what to do with it half the time. He writes down the first thing that comes to mind in messy handwriting full of all the excitement he has at the thought of conveying that love to us. Most of the time, he cant even wait to write it down, he just blurts it out. Scrap paper of any kind, scribbled all over with thoughts and dreams and just pure love. And of course it wouldn’t be GaMing if there weren’t scratched out misspellings because he wrote it all in pen and little doodles in the corner of the page. It’s folded up and drawn on with hearts and smiley faces all over, stuffed into our hands by the boy himself (along with a kiss) on his way out the door for work. Inside are the most cheesy, cringe-worthy words I have ever read on a page, and yet, they are taped up all over my walls. <3

Bonus texts:

Ig he’s my bodyguard now <3

FALSE

WAHHHHHHH