#sigma please

Siebren can't help but chuckle at the statement, lips tugging at the corners. He takes it quite literally, of course, perhaps no surprise to anyone around. "See, you understand! I am quite the anomaly in the continuum of space." Then he looks slightly concerned at the next words. "I could help you with that."

Sigma’s so beautiful but literally has no idea. He couldn’t fathom that someone would write him into existence and be lovely. He thinks his hair color and pattern are weird and has no concept of how he really looks. He thinks he boring and ordinary when he’s the exact opposite.

He’s been reading about the food groups and is distraught one of them isn’t cookies.

             “Mood”

“Operation ‘This will most likely end badly’ is a go.”