it's like marmalade

hopefully it levels out soon

they're a billion sweeps old they can have millions

and if u want a (starter) reply, like this nonsense and we can hash it out

hopefully

>> You ain’t never met a sweet thing quite like Vee none before, but she’s a reel chip off the ol’ block. You’ve had your ins and outs, your cuddle-fests and some shared coffees.. And you appreciate that she ain’t dropped you like some. She’s hung on strong. You hope she keeps holding.

>> She fucking scares you because of that.

>> You like him. You like him a lot. And you don’t think it’s a lot in a pitiful kind of way, either. You just like him. He’s safe and warm-- he feels like hive. He takes you for who you are and doesn’t ask questions.. And you could really use more of that in your life.

>> You hate that fucking piece of indigo trash, him and his equally stupid fucking hair. You hate his face. His clothes. His attitude. Put him alone in a room with you and you’ll take a bat to his kneecaps, see how he feels crippled on the ground, crawling, snarling-- Holy fuck, why is he so fucking repulsively hot.

>> But him... He terrifies you. 

>> He’s unusual, but... But not bad. You can appreciate his flare, his fashion, his-- his drive. He’s infectious. And of most clowns you’ve had to endure, you almost feel like you can hear him without having to watch...