#c:kyson

“What happened? Did you loose your shirt in the pillow fight area or something?”

“Woah - wait. You’re virtually unrecognizable when you’re not stuck behind a bar. It’s so weird. My eyes don’t know whether to bleed or not.”

“You know, I went on a really terrible date last night.” Emmy complained as she plopped down on Kyson’s couch. “The guy offered to cook for me and he served me soup. Like, instant soup straight out a can. I literally saw the can sitting there in his trash can.”