Run Fast, Eat Ass.

I spit 0n it and wrapped it. If it gets w0rse, maybe. 

Looks: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10Personality: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10Attraction: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10Would they date them: yes | noFavorite thing about them: Decent c0mpany. D0esn’t t0uch me, even th0ugh I pr0mised I’d all0w it. Y0u kn0w, like an idi0t. Least favorite thing about them: Smelly. 

N0thing. 

You show him inward, hands stuffed in your pockets as you drone on about the bone-decorated halls, the dried blood that had once oozed from door hinges. None of it is troll blood, of course- you don’t bother with many trolls. You come into the common’s block, entire room fixed with comfort objects. No sofa, but large bag chairs, with a third hanging chair in the corner, for when you needed to sleep in a nest instead of a coon. Large television hangs on wall, chord connecting to your laptop with movie ready and paused. You bounce into your most loved chair, with many a clawmark and stitch along the surface. You tell him that any food he may like is in the kitchen in just the next room: he’s welcome to whatever he can find.