#keyon

you've got shit I don't even know about

He was born with a passion that lit up his eyes with green flames. Just looking into them could light a fire in one's own heart. His lips were always a thin line of contemplation. Thinner than they typically were, that is. Pale brown skin was paled even further from his time plotting in caves. Small delicate, hands were built for a pen rather than a sword. His wide, rounded nose was always wrinkled; he was always thinking too hard. Unkempt, uncut grey hair was constantly being pushed out of his face. He hardly ever smiled.

One of my handful of Splatoon teams that I’m still kind of developing. But as the name suggests- they really like music and aspire to make their own band! And, of course, my shipping heart can’t help but pair up some of these kids. But they’re in their own mix up of heart strings rn too. coddamn squares

Congrats to Keyon Harrold on his "Album Of The Year" award from #JazzJapanMagazine! 🎺

this old chestnut