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i am around 16-18. im not very consistent with this tumblr so please do not have too much hope for me haha

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#xchara rambles, #leslie rambles || block if you're not a fan of long rambly posts in your tl!!

#cross sans simping || block if you're not a fan of my constant thirst to impregnate that skeleton man!! (usually contains mature use of words......... I can't b like this in my geometry solving age.... . . .... !!)

#ynah art II .. you're not gonna block this right this is the main point of my account..!!!

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ok thanks. bye . art by Jael Peñaloza

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Leslie froze while Cross laughed for a bit more, as he caught up with Leslie's sudden change in mood he froze and catches up to him. "..hey, you good?"

"I don't think you know who i really am." Leslie looked at him upset,

"you got my favorite color wrong.."

As Leslie muttered Cross was a bit dumb founded, "what do you mean? you said you loved the color purple"

"i lied about that.. i wanted you to like me.." Leslie looked back at him in hope, "did i liked my job as a stage performer..?"

Cross found it a bit surprising to see him get serious over "little" things like this.

"you said you did, right?"

"i lied about that too..!" Leslie spoke harshly

"i lied to you about so much, i feel bothered that you think you know me so much when you don't."

"I don't like purple, I don't love my job at all, and I don't love the performance you first saw me in"

Cross felt a bit dumb founded with Leslie's sudden bomb of confessions.

"so you lied to me ? not once? not only twice?"

"i thought.. you'd leave. but god I was so wrong. —"

"— why won't you leave me? why aren't you tired of me? do i need to show you the real me for you to get bored?"

Both of them was silent after Leslie's words.

Cross tried to say something but immediately stopped himself, he didn't want to.. um.. he just.. he frozed.

"Leslie can you please calm down?" Cross spoke, Leslie felt his heart drop— but felt a feel of familiarity to this feeling, the feeling of something or someone leaving because they're finally tired of him.