He’s that kind of boy someone would have written a love song for in the 90s.
He spends waaaay too much of his time and money on silver hair bleach and hates it when the roots start showing black again.
He hasn’t been cutting his hair since the beginning of high school.
He became so good at eyeliner wings it’s scary.
He unironically wears chokers and guitar picks as necklaces. And studded bracelets and chains and everything he can find. Even tabs from soda cans chained together.
He’s got a steady daily routine before going to school, but the most part is used to adjust all the piercings and earrings he has. He doesn’t sleep with them on, or else his hair would get tangled everywhere.
Every small size is still too loose on him. And he collects shades of black. It’s a miracle if you see him wearing grey. His actually favorite color is lavender.
His shoes weight more than himself.
He does use an umbrella when it’s too sunny outside. Which, in California, means every day.
If you see a naked part of him that is not his hands, neck or ankles, you’re damn lucky. Damn. lucky.
Sex is gross. At the moment. But maybe….
He’s actually good in literature and writing. He does have a poetry book but no, he’ll not show it to you, no, not even if you beg, no, it’s not happening, no, well if you insist….
He went to detention class once because he proved a teacher wrong and liked it way too much. He’s ready to do it again.
He bites his pens. And is proud of his actually pointy canines. Mother Nature endorses his belief that he’s a modern day vampire. There’s no stopping him.
He’s got a very neat handwriting.
He thinks math is evil, but that kind of evil that must not be addressed to. Ever.
Gym is for the plebs.
He owns an ouija board but he’ll never admit he’s actually scared to use it alone.
He’ll always brag about how many times he did read The Lord of The Rings, The Wheel of Time and an insanely huge amount of other fantasy and sci-fi books as thick as a brick. He actually remembers lines from all of those. But his favorite is “that old book from the Goosebump series with the talking ventriloquist doll and no I’m not reading it again because I love sleeping thank you”. And then he proceeds reading it again and texting you until he falls asleep. For reassurance.
He loves horror movies but closes his eyes at the scary scenes. If there’s not a pillow to hug in close proximity, he’ll hug you. Then complain you stink. Then hug you tighter. Until the very end of the movie. Each and every movie.
He’s that kind of kid that “misses My Chemical Romance as if they were family”.
“You like D&D, Audrey Hepburn, Fangoria, Harry Houdini and Croquet. You can’t sing, you can’t dance and you don’t know karate. Face it, you’re never gonna make it” is his favorite quote ever.
He’s very good at singing but if you catch him doing so he’ll kill you with his very pointy, black varnished nails.
All conversations are over when he puts his headphones on.
He does really enjoy choir singing and opera. No like, really.
He wants you to beg him to do stuff. Any time. All stuff. If he does something on his very own will it’s because he really really wants to.
He’s saving money for a tattoo, but he still doesn’t know what and where.
He’s so damn emo-goth aesthetic. His room is completely black and grey, he’s got posters and trinkets and thingamabobs. And he’s the king of Instagram, he does have quite the amount of followers. Some people think he’s a faker, he actually is very passionate.
He puts too much sugar in his already too damn sweet frappuccinos.
He’s vegetarian. Not because of the animal cause, but because “he likes his meat still alive, possibly human, possibly to bite and drink from”. He actually doesn’t like the taste at all. But when going out he’ll never complain or ask for complicated stuff. He’ll stick with diet coke and fries.
He cries his eyes out with stories about animals. Never mention the tale of Hachiko to him.
He’s very romantic. He’ll state that he isn’t, at all, no, absolutely not, but give him a rose in a nice wrap and ribbon and he’ll melt. His secret dream is receiving a love confession while under the rain.
Comic conventions are nice but they’re too crowded, and a few hours in, you’ll want to choke him because he can’t stop complaining. But he’ll want to go every time.
He’s a good friend. He’s always available. Mostly because he never sleeps. But he cares a lot.
He’s a trickster but will never walk past the decency line and will always say he’s sorry. He actually isn’t.
Take his phone away from him and it’s like the myth of Samson that got his hair cut and lost his strength.
The main reason why he doesn’t date girls is because he can’t stop judging the way they dress.
Actually the main reason why he doesn’t date girls is Jayce.
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