#grimprim

                “You’d think I’d have gotten the hang of this by now,” he grumbles, making to straighten the jacket of his tux. Not that it will make a difference. One of the mysteries of the spirit world -- he was stuck looking like this. Couldn’t even tie his damn tie. But it’s a force of habit to try. Especially when it still freaks the hell out of him that he sometimes stumbles through walls. “Six months well spent, huh?” he adds irritably, shooting her a sideways glance.

canadian kids grew up without fear omg

eyes drift up from the counter slowly , it’s safe to say he has NO FUCKING CLUE what he’s doing . there’s a bowl in front of him ... that’s about all he’s certain of . the contents within look questionable at best , nothing compared to what the teacher was now showing the group of students . the teacher who happened to also be alan’s MOM . a crush formed long ago , something he had ZERO PRIORITY  in keeping from his friend either . in fact , he found the entire thing FUNNY . but as palms press against the counter - top , four braids hang loosely over bare shoulders as he peers back down into the bowl . head turns when he feels her come up beside  , a smirk forming before asking ,     ‘   you think i could get some EXTRA POINTS for wearing the apron ?   ’    

you’re so cuTE I CAN’T