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[beeroism]

*banging noises are coming from a locked dumpster. Something seems to be trapped inside*

Sawyer had been strolling down the street, examining each person he came by. He had his hands lazily placed inside his yellow hoodie as he walked. A noise coming from a dark alleyway caught his attention and he directed his focus on the dumpster. The man froze in front of the alley, hesitant to enter, before trudging in, his feet dragging on the ground. He kicked bottles and papers as he approached. ‘This place is dirt as hell,’ Sawyer thought to himself. Once the brown haired male arrived at the dumpster, he slowly lifted the lid up to see what was in there. He readied himself for a raccoon, hoping it was a nice one at least.

[bloodiedupdrugs]

*She glanced up at him and as a reflex immediately tried to punch him in the face.*

[beeroism]

The man saw a fist getting flung in his face. This was definitely not what he was expecting, so he ended up getting hit in the nose. He let out a small yelp as the hand made contact with his face, causing blood to drip from his nose and into his mouth. The taste of blood made the man cringe slightly. The man removed his jacket to prevent any blood getting on it. Underneath his jacket was an all gray T-Shirt that had no words or pictures. He wrapped it around his waist and leaned his head over slightly, seeing as he had no way to stop the blood. The red liquid poured down the mans face, getting into his short stubble of a beard. He sighed a bit before speaking.

“Not what I was expecting in a greeting of sorts.” Sawyer chuckled a bit, not much caring that he was just punched.

[bloodiedupdrugs]

*she tilts her head a little a growls a little*

“Wh-what do you want from me?”

[beeroism]

The man, still bleeding from the nose, removed a handkerchief from his back pocket. Did anyone else carry those around still? Probably not. He placed the yellow-and-black cloth up to his nose to prevent more bleeding. His amber eyes examined the girl in the dumpster, confused as to why she was there. Sawyer shrugged a bit before speaking.

“As a Pro Hero, it is my obligation to make sure all is well and you were locked in a dumpster, so that obviously indicates that everything is fine, right?” The man chuckled a bit, his yellow hoodie still wrapped around his waist, loosening its grasp at each small movement the man made.

“So do you need help or not because, if not, this is a waste of my time.” At this point, Sawyer was growing angry. He had… more important things to do. Nothing that concerns the general public, though.

[bloodiedupdrugs]

“Ah i see now, Your one of those people who run around in the costumes ya? Look i know you lot are doin’ ya best, but you fix nothin’. You don’t stop massacres from happenin’, you don’t stop drug lords, kidnappers, or that kinda stuff. If ya did or could, i wouldn’t be in a bloody dumpster! Sorry for the criticism mate, but if ya lot did. The world would be much better.” She said and moved some of her hair to reveal her lack of a right eye, it looked painful removed many years ago. 

[beeroism]

The man didn’t seem to be bothered by the kid’s comments about how the Pro Heroew were flawed because it was true. He actually started to laugh at it. It was truly funny. He removed the handkerchief, blood halting its dripping before he looked back up to the girl to see her missing an eye. Sawyer was shocked. He didn’t know how to react to it except for a small gasp. The man turned away in fear then looked back. To keep his sanity, he decided to make a joke, hoping she had a good sense of humor.

“I guess you could say you’re a cyclops now.” God Sawyer was an ass.

[bloodiedupdrugs]

“…” She stared at him. “I guess so.” She said shrugging. “Don’t ya have a life? You shouldn’t be talkin’ ta teen in a dumpster, So far i heard it never goes well. Socially at least.” she said.

[beeroism]

“A life?” The man fumbled at the jacket around his waist. He examined the girl in the dumpster before speaking dryly. “I live in a rundown apartment with no family or friends outside of work. I sit in the botanical garden and talk to bees. Hell, my Quirk is bees! I can assure you I have no life.”

Sawyer wasn’t mad, but he was getting kind of ticked off at this girl’s attitude. He never really got mad, so this wasn’t new.

“So I take it you don’t need help?”

[bloodiedupdrugs]

“Don’t we all need that? Ya talk ta bees and im being hunted for ma blood! Look at the world! Everybody need a lil’ help.” She exclaimed.

[beeroism]

“At least you’re wanted.” The man spoke in a gruff tone. He let out a small sigh, flicking his amber eyes off to the distant buzz of the crowd. Sawyer hesitated before explaining what he meant.

“My parents left me at a young age. They died by those stupid… villains. I was put into foster home after foster home. Just because I wasn’t wanted. I’d sit in the lone corner of the living quarters and talk to bees. I didn’t go see the people who came to adopt kids. People tried to talk to me, but I did one of two things; I ignored them, or I answered in a long, truthful way that made them question my sanity.”

“‘Are you looking forward to finding a family, Sawyer?’” He repeated the first question he was asked by every family who showed any interest in him.

“I’d always answer with something along the lines of ‘Are you looking forward to a life of disappointment with the likes of me? I’m only’ whatever my age was ‘, but I think I’m going criminally insane by being asked the same stupid question each time I’m visited. Of fucking course I’m looking forward to a family. After my own parents decided to leave me to fight some villains, I’ve wanted a family. But much like the others, you’re just going to leave once I’m done with this sentence.’”  Sawyer took a deep breath. He shut his now teary eyes, regretting his life in foster care. “And then they did. They quickly ran out of the room. Only to leave me alone… in the dark of the room.” 

[bloodiedupdrugs]

“Then why do you follow their path? I do not know mine, and never will. But, if they were like dat. Well, I would choose not ta be like ‘em! No i wouldn’t be on the other side just cause sure, but i wouldn’t be a hero. Ya kno? You made that choice on your own. No strings with it. Me how’ver, why i have an entire basket of yarn on me. Every person who truly knows what i did or what i accidentally cause wants me dead or restrained. And let’s not a dig too deep there buddy? We’re all on a time limit, i think i overdid mine. I need to keep on movin’!”

[beeroism]

“I followed in their path because I might get an early demise and meet them again. Plus, I know a kid who can bring me back as needed. He’s a good kid, too.” Sawyer let out a small sigh, trying not to cry even more than he already was at this point. He didn’t know how to react or deal with this. This was just too much for him. The brown haired male let out a loud sigh, his amber eyes scanning the girl in the dumpster. “I have enough strings to hang a humpback whale with, trust me. I have little to no choice in anything.”

[bloodiedupdrugs]

“At least ya know what might happen to ya, but I don’t think you heard dat last part I said. I overstayed my welcome here, and I think ya did too. I’m, not one to chat like dis. This was different. You’re a decent man, but I do think it’s time for you to leave. I don’t want ta’ get caught.”

[beeroism]

“No, I heard it. I just didn’t care. I’m a burden anyways. I’ll make my leave now, just because I have more important things to do than talk to some child in a dumpster who denied my help.” The man grumbled. He turned on his heels before strolling down, out of the alley. Sawyer was gonna regret this interaction later, he knew it. But why he would was unknown.

[beeroism]

*banging noises are coming from a locked dumpster. Something seems to be trapped inside*

Sawyer had been strolling down the street, examining each person he came by. He had his hands lazily placed inside his yellow hoodie as he walked. A noise coming from a dark alleyway caught his attention and he directed his focus on the dumpster. The man froze in front of the alley, hesitant to enter, before trudging in, his feet dragging on the ground. He kicked bottles and papers as he approached. ‘This place is dirt as hell,’ Sawyer thought to himself. Once the brown haired male arrived at the dumpster, he slowly lifted the lid up to see what was in there. He readied himself for a raccoon, hoping it was a nice one at least.

[bloodiedupdrugs]

*She glanced up at him and as a reflex immediately tried to punch him in the face.*

[beeroism]

The man saw a fist getting flung in his face. This was definitely not what he was expecting, so he ended up getting hit in the nose. He let out a small yelp as the hand made contact with his face, causing blood to drip from his nose and into his mouth. The taste of blood made the man cringe slightly. The man removed his jacket to prevent any blood getting on it. Underneath his jacket was an all gray T-Shirt that had no words or pictures. He wrapped it around his waist and leaned his head over slightly, seeing as he had no way to stop the blood. The red liquid poured down the mans face, getting into his short stubble of a beard. He sighed a bit before speaking.

“Not what I was expecting in a greeting of sorts.” Sawyer chuckled a bit, not much caring that he was just punched.

[bloodiedupdrugs]

*she tilts her head a little a growls a little*

“Wh-what do you want from me?”

[beeroism]

The man, still bleeding from the nose, removed a handkerchief from his back pocket. Did anyone else carry those around still? Probably not. He placed the yellow-and-black cloth up to his nose to prevent more bleeding. His amber eyes examined the girl in the dumpster, confused as to why she was there. Sawyer shrugged a bit before speaking.

“As a Pro Hero, it is my obligation to make sure all is well and you were locked in a dumpster, so that obviously indicates that everything is fine, right?” The man chuckled a bit, his yellow hoodie still wrapped around his waist, loosening its grasp at each small movement the man made.

“So do you need help or not because, if not, this is a waste of my time.” At this point, Sawyer was growing angry. He had… more important things to do. Nothing that concerns the general public, though.

[bloodiedupdrugs]

“Ah i see now, Your one of those people who run around in the costumes ya? Look i know you lot are doin’ ya best, but you fix nothin’. You don’t stop massacres from happenin’, you don’t stop drug lords, kidnappers, or that kinda stuff. If ya did or could, i wouldn’t be in a bloody dumpster! Sorry for the criticism mate, but if ya lot did. The world would be much better.” She said and moved some of her hair to reveal her lack of a right eye, it looked painful removed many years ago. 

[beeroism]

The man didn’t seem to be bothered by the kid’s comments about how the Pro Heroew were flawed because it was true. He actually started to laugh at it. It was truly funny. He removed the handkerchief, blood halting its dripping before he looked back up to the girl to see her missing an eye. Sawyer was shocked. He didn’t know how to react to it except for a small gasp. The man turned away in fear then looked back. To keep his sanity, he decided to make a joke, hoping she had a good sense of humor.

“I guess you could say you’re a cyclops now.” God Sawyer was an ass.

[bloodiedupdrugs]

“…” She stared at him. “I guess so.” She said shrugging. “Don’t ya have a life? You shouldn’t be talkin’ ta teen in a dumpster, So far i heard it never goes well. Socially at least.” she said.

[beeroism]

“A life?” The man fumbled at the jacket around his waist. He examined the girl in the dumpster before speaking dryly. “I live in a rundown apartment with no family or friends outside of work. I sit in the botanical garden and talk to bees. Hell, my Quirk is bees! I can assure you I have no life.”

Sawyer wasn’t mad, but he was getting kind of ticked off at this girl’s attitude. He never really got mad, so this wasn’t new.

“So I take it you don’t need help?”

[bloodiedupdrugs]

“Don’t we all need that? Ya talk ta bees and im being hunted for ma blood! Look at the world! Everybody need a lil’ help.” She exclaimed.

[beeroism]

“At least you’re wanted.” The man spoke in a gruff tone. He let out a small sigh, flicking his amber eyes off to the distant buzz of the crowd. Sawyer hesitated before explaining what he meant.

“My parents left me at a young age. They died by those stupid… villains. I was put into foster home after foster home. Just because I wasn’t wanted. I’d sit in the lone corner of the living quarters and talk to bees. I didn’t go see the people who came to adopt kids. People tried to talk to me, but I did one of two things; I ignored them, or I answered in a long, truthful way that made them question my sanity.”

“‘Are you looking forward to finding a family, Sawyer?’” He repeated the first question he was asked by every family who showed any interest in him.

“I’d always answer with something along the lines of ‘Are you looking forward to a life of disappointment with the likes of me? I’m only’ whatever my age was ‘, but I think I’m going criminally insane by being asked the same stupid question each time I’m visited. Of fucking course I’m looking forward to a family. After my own parents decided to leave me to fight some villains, I’ve wanted a family. But much like the others, you’re just going to leave once I’m done with this sentence.’”  Sawyer took a deep breath. He shut his now teary eyes, regretting his life in foster care. “And then they did. They quickly ran out of the room. Only to leave me alone… in the dark of the room.” 

[bloodiedupdrugs]

“Then why do you follow their path? I do not know mine, and never will. But, if they were like dat. Well, I would choose not ta be like ‘em! No i wouldn’t be on the other side just cause sure, but i wouldn’t be a hero. Ya kno? You made that choice on your own. No strings with it. Me how’ver, why i have an entire basket of yarn on me. Every person who truly knows what i did or what i accidentally cause wants me dead or restrained. And let’s not a dig too deep there buddy? We’re all on a time limit, i think i overdid mine. I need to keep on movin’!”

[beeroism]

“I followed in their path because I might get an early demise and meet them again. Plus, I know a kid who can bring me back as needed. He’s a good kid, too.” Sawyer let out a small sigh, trying not to cry even more than he already was at this point. He didn’t know how to react or deal with this. This was just too much for him. The brown haired male let out a loud sigh, his amber eyes scanning the girl in the dumpster. “I have enough strings to hang a humpback whale with, trust me. I have little to no choice in anything.”

[unowo-u]

Sawyer, a Pro Hero and teacher, was strolling into the high school he worked at. He didn't ever do much here, but he liked to hang around there. Students were the closest thing he had to friends anyways. // @sawyer-power

They were walking down the hall with a bit of a bounce in their step, as they had just absolutely aced their English quiz and had quirk training next.

@sawyer-power

[beeroism]

The teacher rounded the corner to see a student trotting down the hallways. He chuckled softly at their energy. Mr. King Bee, as some called him, knew exactly where they were going. He decided to accompany them since he was actually gonna go there, too.

“Hey there, bud. How ya doin?”

[beeroism]

*banging noises are coming from a locked dumpster. Something seems to be trapped inside*

Sawyer had been strolling down the street, examining each person he came by. He had his hands lazily placed inside his yellow hoodie as he walked. A noise coming from a dark alleyway caught his attention and he directed his focus on the dumpster. The man froze in front of the alley, hesitant to enter, before trudging in, his feet dragging on the ground. He kicked bottles and papers as he approached. ‘This place is dirt as hell,’ Sawyer thought to himself. Once the brown haired male arrived at the dumpster, he slowly lifted the lid up to see what was in there. He readied himself for a raccoon, hoping it was a nice one at least.

[bloodiedupdrugs]

*She glanced up at him and as a reflex immediately tried to punch him in the face.*

[beeroism]

The man saw a fist getting flung in his face. This was definitely not what he was expecting, so he ended up getting hit in the nose. He let out a small yelp as the hand made contact with his face, causing blood to drip from his nose and into his mouth. The taste of blood made the man cringe slightly. The man removed his jacket to prevent any blood getting on it. Underneath his jacket was an all gray T-Shirt that had no words or pictures. He wrapped it around his waist and leaned his head over slightly, seeing as he had no way to stop the blood. The red liquid poured down the mans face, getting into his short stubble of a beard. He sighed a bit before speaking.

“Not what I was expecting in a greeting of sorts.” Sawyer chuckled a bit, not much caring that he was just punched.

[bloodiedupdrugs]

*she tilts her head a little a growls a little*

“Wh-what do you want from me?”

[beeroism]

The man, still bleeding from the nose, removed a handkerchief from his back pocket. Did anyone else carry those around still? Probably not. He placed the yellow-and-black cloth up to his nose to prevent more bleeding. His amber eyes examined the girl in the dumpster, confused as to why she was there. Sawyer shrugged a bit before speaking.

“As a Pro Hero, it is my obligation to make sure all is well and you were locked in a dumpster, so that obviously indicates that everything is fine, right?” The man chuckled a bit, his yellow hoodie still wrapped around his waist, loosening its grasp at each small movement the man made.

“So do you need help or not because, if not, this is a waste of my time.” At this point, Sawyer was growing angry. He had… more important things to do. Nothing that concerns the general public, though.

[bloodiedupdrugs]

“Ah i see now, Your one of those people who run around in the costumes ya? Look i know you lot are doin’ ya best, but you fix nothin’. You don’t stop massacres from happenin’, you don’t stop drug lords, kidnappers, or that kinda stuff. If ya did or could, i wouldn’t be in a bloody dumpster! Sorry for the criticism mate, but if ya lot did. The world would be much better.” She said and moved some of her hair to reveal her lack of a right eye, it looked painful removed many years ago. 

[beeroism]

The man didn’t seem to be bothered by the kid’s comments about how the Pro Heroew were flawed because it was true. He actually started to laugh at it. It was truly funny. He removed the handkerchief, blood halting its dripping before he looked back up to the girl to see her missing an eye. Sawyer was shocked. He didn’t know how to react to it except for a small gasp. The man turned away in fear then looked back. To keep his sanity, he decided to make a joke, hoping she had a good sense of humor.

“I guess you could say you’re a cyclops now.” God Sawyer was an ass.

[bloodiedupdrugs]

“…” She stared at him. “I guess so.” She said shrugging. “Don’t ya have a life? You shouldn’t be talkin’ ta teen in a dumpster, So far i heard it never goes well. Socially at least.” she said.

[beeroism]

“A life?” The man fumbled at the jacket around his waist. He examined the girl in the dumpster before speaking dryly. “I live in a rundown apartment with no family or friends outside of work. I sit in the botanical garden and talk to bees. Hell, my Quirk is bees! I can assure you I have no life.”

Sawyer wasn’t mad, but he was getting kind of ticked off at this girl’s attitude. He never really got mad, so this wasn’t new.

“So I take it you don’t need help?”

[bloodiedupdrugs]

“Don’t we all need that? Ya talk ta bees and im being hunted for ma blood! Look at the world! Everybody need a lil’ help.” She exclaimed.

[beeroism]

“At least you’re wanted.” The man spoke in a gruff tone. He let out a small sigh, flicking his amber eyes off to the distant buzz of the crowd. Sawyer hesitated before explaining what he meant.

“My parents left me at a young age. They died by those stupid... villains. I was put into foster home after foster home. Just because I wasn’t wanted. I’d sit in the lone corner of the living quarters and talk to bees. I didn’t go see the people who came to adopt kids. People tried to talk to me, but I did one of two things; I ignored them, or I answered in a long, truthful way that made them question my sanity.”

“‘Are you looking forward to finding a family, Sawyer?’” He repeated the first question he was asked by every family who showed any interest in him.

“I’d always answer with something along the lines of ‘Are you looking forward to a life of disappointment with the likes of me? I’m only’ whatever my age was ‘, but I think I’m going criminally insane by being asked the same stupid question each time I’m visited. Of fucking course I’m looking forward to a family. After my own parents decided to leave me to fight some villains, I’ve wanted a family. But much like the others, you’re just going to leave once I’m done with this sentence.’”  Sawyer took a deep breath. He shut his now teary eyes, regretting his life in foster care. “And then they did. They quickly ran out of the room. Only to leave me alone... in the dark of the room.” 

[culturistjack-deactivated201804]

I'd very much like to punch a feminist.

I’d never, ever hurt a lady but I’d be happy to punch a feminist. It’d bring me great joy.

[olisaurusrex]

I’m 6’2 and weigh 180lbs

ready when you are

[thattallsummonerguy]

Or if you’d like to have some more options….

I’m 6’4” 228 pounds and have 9 years of combined martial arts training and 3 years of being a Line Backer in football. Just in case you are looking for variety.

[wontbeafraid-deactivated2014041]

what about a lady and a feminist. warning, combatives certified soldier.

[nevergenders]

im tiny, i’m like 5′4 and 130 lbs but u can fight me too

[scumbagsblog]

Reblogging for the last one cuz that’s adorable

[likeits1995]

SO PROUD

[ghost--ranger]

The Fantastic 4 we deserve

[crimezi]

OMG IVE ONLY SEEN THIS POST IN SCREEN SHOTS

[stars-for-thought]

We will all protect the small one.

[cover-your-ears]

I stan

[keithiskogained-deactivated2019]

it got better!!

[babygoose-deactivated20240106]

plot-twist: the small one could actually kick everyone’s ass

[raccooncryptidd]

If one day I see this on my dash and DON’T reblog it assume I’m dead.

[postmastered]

the small one is hiding an absolutely ripped torso under that shirt 

[tigerleggies-deactivated2019121]

This is the perfect superhero team marvel couldn’t give us

[beeroism]

This made me-

[beeroism]

*banging noises are coming from a locked dumpster. Something seems to be trapped inside*

Sawyer had been strolling down the street, examining each person he came by. He had his hands lazily placed inside his yellow hoodie as he walked. A noise coming from a dark alleyway caught his attention and he directed his focus on the dumpster. The man froze in front of the alley, hesitant to enter, before trudging in, his feet dragging on the ground. He kicked bottles and papers as he approached. ‘This place is dirt as hell,’ Sawyer thought to himself. Once the brown haired male arrived at the dumpster, he slowly lifted the lid up to see what was in there. He readied himself for a raccoon, hoping it was a nice one at least.

[bloodiedupdrugs]

*She glanced up at him and as a reflex immediately tried to punch him in the face.*

[beeroism]

The man saw a fist getting flung in his face. This was definitely not what he was expecting, so he ended up getting hit in the nose. He let out a small yelp as the hand made contact with his face, causing blood to drip from his nose and into his mouth. The taste of blood made the man cringe slightly. The man removed his jacket to prevent any blood getting on it. Underneath his jacket was an all gray T-Shirt that had no words or pictures. He wrapped it around his waist and leaned his head over slightly, seeing as he had no way to stop the blood. The red liquid poured down the mans face, getting into his short stubble of a beard. He sighed a bit before speaking.

“Not what I was expecting in a greeting of sorts.” Sawyer chuckled a bit, not much caring that he was just punched.

[bloodiedupdrugs]

*she tilts her head a little a growls a little*

“Wh-what do you want from me?”

[beeroism]

The man, still bleeding from the nose, removed a handkerchief from his back pocket. Did anyone else carry those around still? Probably not. He placed the yellow-and-black cloth up to his nose to prevent more bleeding. His amber eyes examined the girl in the dumpster, confused as to why she was there. Sawyer shrugged a bit before speaking.

“As a Pro Hero, it is my obligation to make sure all is well and you were locked in a dumpster, so that obviously indicates that everything is fine, right?” The man chuckled a bit, his yellow hoodie still wrapped around his waist, loosening its grasp at each small movement the man made.

“So do you need help or not because, if not, this is a waste of my time.” At this point, Sawyer was growing angry. He had… more important things to do. Nothing that concerns the general public, though.

[bloodiedupdrugs]

“Ah i see now, Your one of those people who run around in the costumes ya? Look i know you lot are doin’ ya best, but you fix nothin’. You don’t stop massacres from happenin’, you don’t stop drug lords, kidnappers, or that kinda stuff. If ya did or could, i wouldn’t be in a bloody dumpster! Sorry for the criticism mate, but if ya lot did. The world would be much better.” She said and moved some of her hair to reveal her lack of a right eye, it looked painful removed many years ago. 

[beeroism]

The man didn’t seem to be bothered by the kid’s comments about how the Pro Heroew were flawed because it was true. He actually started to laugh at it. It was truly funny. He removed the handkerchief, blood halting its dripping before he looked back up to the girl to see her missing an eye. Sawyer was shocked. He didn’t know how to react to it except for a small gasp. The man turned away in fear then looked back. To keep his sanity, he decided to make a joke, hoping she had a good sense of humor.

“I guess you could say you’re a cyclops now.” God Sawyer was an ass.

[bloodiedupdrugs]

“…” She stared at him. “I guess so.” She said shrugging. “Don’t ya have a life? You shouldn’t be talkin’ ta teen in a dumpster, So far i heard it never goes well. Socially at least.” she said.

[beeroism]

"A life?" The man fumbled at the jacket around his waist. He examined the girl in the dumpster before speaking dryly. "I live in a rundown apartment with no family or friends outside of work. I sit in the botanical garden and talk to bees. Hell, my Quirk is bees! I can assure you I have no life."

Sawyer wasn't mad, but he was getting kind of ticked off at this girl's attitude. He never really got mad, so this wasn't new.

"So I take it you don't need help?"

[beeroism]

*banging noises are coming from a locked dumpster. Something seems to be trapped inside*

Sawyer had been strolling down the street, examining each person he came by. He had his hands lazily placed inside his yellow hoodie as he walked. A noise coming from a dark alleyway caught his attention and he directed his focus on the dumpster. The man froze in front of the alley, hesitant to enter, before trudging in, his feet dragging on the ground. He kicked bottles and papers as he approached. ‘This place is dirt as hell,’ Sawyer thought to himself. Once the brown haired male arrived at the dumpster, he slowly lifted the lid up to see what was in there. He readied himself for a raccoon, hoping it was a nice one at least.

[bloodiedupdrugs]

*She glanced up at him and as a reflex immediately tried to punch him in the face.*

[beeroism]

The man saw a fist getting flung in his face. This was definitely not what he was expecting, so he ended up getting hit in the nose. He let out a small yelp as the hand made contact with his face, causing blood to drip from his nose and into his mouth. The taste of blood made the man cringe slightly. The man removed his jacket to prevent any blood getting on it. Underneath his jacket was an all gray T-Shirt that had no words or pictures. He wrapped it around his waist and leaned his head over slightly, seeing as he had no way to stop the blood. The red liquid poured down the mans face, getting into his short stubble of a beard. He sighed a bit before speaking.

“Not what I was expecting in a greeting of sorts.” Sawyer chuckled a bit, not much caring that he was just punched.

[bloodiedupdrugs]

*she tilts her head a little a growls a little*

“Wh-what do you want from me?”

[beeroism]

The man, still bleeding from the nose, removed a handkerchief from his back pocket. Did anyone else carry those around still? Probably not. He placed the yellow-and-black cloth up to his nose to prevent more bleeding. His amber eyes examined the girl in the dumpster, confused as to why she was there. Sawyer shrugged a bit before speaking.

“As a Pro Hero, it is my obligation to make sure all is well and you were locked in a dumpster, so that obviously indicates that everything is fine, right?” The man chuckled a bit, his yellow hoodie still wrapped around his waist, loosening its grasp at each small movement the man made.

“So do you need help or not because, if not, this is a waste of my time.” At this point, Sawyer was growing angry. He had… more important things to do. Nothing that concerns the general public, though.

[bloodiedupdrugs]

“Ah i see now, Your one of those people who run around in the costumes ya? Look i know you lot are doin’ ya best, but you fix nothin’. You don’t stop massacres from happenin’, you don’t stop drug lords, kidnappers, or that kinda stuff. If ya did or could, i wouldn’t be in a bloody dumpster! Sorry for the criticism mate, but if ya lot did. The world would be much better.” She said and moved some of her hair to reveal her lack of a right eye, it looked painful removed many years ago. 

[beeroism]

The man didn't seem to be bothered by the kid's comments about how the Pro Heroew were flawed because it was true. He actually started to laugh at it. It was truly funny. He removed the handkerchief, blood halting its dripping before he looked back up to the girl to see her missing an eye. Sawyer was shocked. He didn't know how to react to it except for a small gasp. The man turned away in fear then looked back. To keep his sanity, he decided to make a joke, hoping she had a good sense of humor.

"I guess you could say you're a cyclops now." God Sawyer was an ass.

[beeroism]

*banging noises are coming from a locked dumpster. Something seems to be trapped inside*

Sawyer had been strolling down the street, examining each person he came by. He had his hands lazily placed inside his yellow hoodie as he walked. A noise coming from a dark alleyway caught his attention and he directed his focus on the dumpster. The man froze in front of the alley, hesitant to enter, before trudging in, his feet dragging on the ground. He kicked bottles and papers as he approached. ‘This place is dirt as hell,’ Sawyer thought to himself. Once the brown haired male arrived at the dumpster, he slowly lifted the lid up to see what was in there. He readied himself for a raccoon, hoping it was a nice one at least.

[bloodiedupdrugs]

*She glanced up at him and as a reflex immediately tried to punch him in the face.*

[beeroism]

The man saw a fist getting flung in his face. This was definitely not what he was expecting, so he ended up getting hit in the nose. He let out a small yelp as the hand made contact with his face, causing blood to drip from his nose and into his mouth. The taste of blood made the man cringe slightly. The man removed his jacket to prevent any blood getting on it. Underneath his jacket was an all gray T-Shirt that had no words or pictures. He wrapped it around his waist and leaned his head over slightly, seeing as he had no way to stop the blood. The red liquid poured down the mans face, getting into his short stubble of a beard. He sighed a bit before speaking.

“Not what I was expecting in a greeting of sorts.” Sawyer chuckled a bit, not much caring that he was just punched.

[bloodiedupdrugs]

*she tilts her head a little a growls a little*

“Wh-what do you want from me?”

[beeroism]

The man, still bleeding from the nose, removed a handkerchief from his back pocket. Did anyone else carry those around still? Probably not. He placed the yellow-and-black cloth up to his nose to prevent more bleeding. His amber eyes examined the girl in the dumpster, confused as to why she was there. Sawyer shrugged a bit before speaking.

“As a Pro Hero, it is my obligation to make sure all is well and you were locked in a dumpster, so that obviously indicates that everything is fine, right?” The man chuckled a bit, his yellow hoodie still wrapped around his waist, loosening its grasp at each small movement the man made.

“So do you need help or not because, if not, this is a waste of my time.” At this point, Sawyer was growing angry. He had… more important things to do. Nothing that concerns the general public, though.

[beeroism]

*banging noises are coming from a locked dumpster. Something seems to be trapped inside*

Sawyer had been strolling down the street, examining each person he came by. He had his hands lazily placed inside his yellow hoodie as he walked. A noise coming from a dark alleyway caught his attention and he directed his focus on the dumpster. The man froze in front of the alley, hesitant to enter, before trudging in, his feet dragging on the ground. He kicked bottles and papers as he approached. ‘This place is dirt as hell,’ Sawyer thought to himself. Once the brown haired male arrived at the dumpster, he slowly lifted the lid up to see what was in there. He readied himself for a raccoon, hoping it was a nice one at least.

[bloodiedupdrugs]

*She glanced up at him and as a reflex immediately tried to punch him in the face.*

[beeroism]

The man saw a fist getting flung in his face. This was definitely not what he was expecting, so he ended up getting hit in the nose. He let out a small yelp as the hand made contact with his face, causing blood to drip from his nose and into his mouth. The taste of blood made the man cringe slightly. The man removed his jacket to prevent any blood getting on it. Underneath his jacket was an all gray T-Shirt that had no words or pictures. He wrapped it around his waist and leaned his head over slightly, seeing as he had no way to stop the blood. The red liquid poured down the mans face, getting into his short stubble of a beard. He sighed a bit before speaking.

“Not what I was expecting in a greeting of sorts.” Sawyer chuckled a bit, not much caring that he was just punched.

[beeroism]

*banging noises are coming from a locked dumpster. Something seems to be trapped inside*

Sawyer had been strolling down the street, examining each person he came by. He had his hands lazily placed inside his yellow hoodie as he walked. A noise coming from a dark alleyway caught his attention and he directed his focus on the dumpster. The man froze in front of the alley, hesitant to enter, before trudging in, his feet dragging on the ground. He kicked bottles and papers as he approached. ‘This place is dirt as hell,’ Sawyer thought to himself. Once the brown haired male arrived at the dumpster, he slowly lifted the lid up to see what was in there. He readied himself for a raccoon, hoping it was a nice one at least.

[beeroism]

I hope Sawyer brought pizza.

The brown haired male had been sitting at a small table somewhere in a park, messing with some bees that had landed on a flower near by. He chuckled softly as the small insects did their thing. Sawyer’s wings softly shook as he placed his head in his hand, which was resting on the table. His brown eyes fluttered from each bee-occupied flower that was in his general area. If you couldn’t tell, Sawyer loves bees. This wasn’t due to his quirk, however. He’s just always had a natural liking for them. The rather weak pro hero sighed softly before standing up. He stretched his slim arms up into the air and groaned a bit. He could use a nap. Then again, he could always use a nap.

(Ding Dong! Ah, your wonderful bee package has arrived. Please open the box with caution, there is a live baby bee inside. Please take care of him and never leave him alone. He gets sad when he’s alone. Have a good day and thank you for shopping at Walmart.)

@myhero-power

[midnight-power]

Kayama walked into normally busy park, but now in these morning hours you couldn’t even see a living thing, if you don’t count the usual citizens of the park, nor even villains are up in these early times. The ravenette saw one of her collegues, clapping her hands together and smiling. She stood next to him, not aware if he noticed Kayama or not.

“Watching bees again?” Kayama grinned, now with swang him to the side.

[beeroism]

The brown haired male flicked his amber eyes over to the dark haired woman who spoke to him. His tired expression shifted into a weak smile as he realized who the woman was. There was a small be buzzing by the man’s ear. Sawyer chuckled softly before speaking. “I guess you could say that, but I don’t really watch bees. I simply… examine them in their natural home.” He replied rather snarky tone. It was friendly though. He meant all good things from it.

[midnight-power]

Kayama chuckled, looking at her friend. “I see,” Kayama looked at the little insect flying all around the two of them, it must be interesting for someone like him. “so you are here in these early hours to examine little flying insects?” Kayama knew how bees are called obviously, she just felt it’s funny to be awake only to look at bees.

[beeroism]

The male kept his focus solely on the small creature. He was simply amazed that a creature of that size could live and be so functional. It made him feel life was so much more than people take it as. His wings fluttered softly as he reached out for the bug to land on his hand “The early bird catches the worm, as you know. In my case, the early teacher catches the bees.” He chuckled softly at his own joke as the yellow insect landed on his hand. It felt around for anything bad that would make it leave. The bee found nothing, so it relaxed. “Now, why are you up this early, Ms. Midnight?” He flicked his eyes up towards the teacher before him. Sawyer had the right to ask, at least.

[midnight-power]

Kayama laughed and was staring, no better, was looking in interest at the little winged creature and her collegue.

“No need to be so formal, call me Kayama or at least Nemuri, please, we aren’t strangers, are we?” The black-haired woman raised one of her brows at being called ‘Ms. Midnight’, she would rather await that while being at school with students or on the battlefield. 

Kayama looked at the red and orange sky far in front of them, meaning the sun’s rising already. She smiles. “Simply, I enjoy the sunrises.” Kayama says as the first sun rayses are appearing behind the hills.

[beeroism]

The brown haired male chuckled softly before placing his hands in his yellow hoodie’s pockets. He shook his head at the woman’s first comment. “My bad, Ms. Midnight,” he teased. Sawyer tended to tease people he was close with, such as Nemuri. He shifted his attention to the sunrise that the woman had referred to. The brown haired male simply stared in amazement at the rising ball of fire and gas that slowly revealed itself to the world. “That is… understandable, Kayuri. You don’t mind if I call you that, right? Just a nickname I came up with now.” He turned his head towards the woman with a questioning glance. He didn’t want to be invasive if it made someone uncomfortable. He wasn’t thAt dumb.

[midnight-power]

Kayama chuckled and shaked her head in approval, it was kind of cute coming from the male’s mouth. “Kayuri…” Kayama said softly to herself, tasting the word in her own mouth. 

Kayama returned her gaze to the rising star, which was covering the landscape in red, yellow and orange colors, cosily resting her weight on her hips. “You never know how beautiful these small things are when you’re caught between teaching and saving the world.” Kayama finally spoke, not expecting an answer, just statement of hers.

[beeroism]

Sawyer chuckled a bit at the quite inspirational statement made by the teacher. He turned his attention to the glowing ball of gas before yawning. He stretched his arms upwards, into the air. He let out a soft groan as his arms fell back down to his sides.  “If we’re caught between them, then let’s break free. Let’s do something adventurous. Dangerous, even!” The brown haired male chuckled softly. His w aamber colored eyes examined the features of the woman he was just wihth,.,

[midnight-power]

Kayama laughes. “It’s not that easy, Sawyer, we have our students and families to protect, we have our jobs to do, what would they do if we didn’t came back from our little dangerous trip?” The woman smiles sadly. “Even it sounds awesome, we still have our duties and we don’t have to do something dangerous to get a break, we’re always in danger, even now, we just don’t know when it can come.”

[beeroism]

Sawyer let out a soft sigh, not really worrying about work and all of that junk. His amber eyes searched the scenery before turning back towards the woman he had been talking with.

“Well, the trip wouldn’t be life-threatening danger. Just something... new, I guess. Something that is out of the ordinary. And I’m sure our students would get by just fine. I think. How the hell am I s’posed to know? Just some... teacher who seems like he hardly gives a sh...oot. Hardly gives a shoot.” Sawyer wasn’t one to swear in front of women. At least not commonly. It slips sometimes, but he catches himself the rest.

“Plus, the only family I have is these bees.” He gestured his hand towards the insects swarming the blue flower. “I was... left to die basically. No one wanted me at the orphanage and I aged out, so there is no family for me to go back to.” The man chuckled at his sad backstory. It didn’t bother him one bit. To him, it was a joke; something hilarious that he had been told. Nothing bothered him about it.

[beeroism]

I hope Sawyer brought pizza.

The brown haired male had been sitting at a small table somewhere in a park, messing with some bees that had landed on a flower near by. He chuckled softly as the small insects did their thing. Sawyer’s wings softly shook as he placed his head in his hand, which was resting on the table. His brown eyes fluttered from each bee-occupied flower that was in his general area. If you couldn’t tell, Sawyer loves bees. This wasn’t due to his quirk, however. He’s just always had a natural liking for them. The rather weak pro hero sighed softly before standing up. He stretched his slim arms up into the air and groaned a bit. He could use a nap. Then again, he could always use a nap.

(Ding Dong! Ah, your wonderful bee package has arrived. Please open the box with caution, there is a live baby bee inside. Please take care of him and never leave him alone. He gets sad when he’s alone. Have a good day and thank you for shopping at Walmart.)

@myhero-power

[midnight-power]

Kayama walked into normally busy park, but now in these morning hours you couldn’t even see a living thing, if you don’t count the usual citizens of the park, nor even villains are up in these early times. The ravenette saw one of her collegues, clapping her hands together and smiling. She stood next to him, not aware if he noticed Kayama or not.

“Watching bees again?” Kayama grinned, now with swang him to the side.

[beeroism]

The brown haired male flicked his amber eyes over to the dark haired woman who spoke to him. His tired expression shifted into a weak smile as he realized who the woman was. There was a small be buzzing by the man’s ear. Sawyer chuckled softly before speaking. “I guess you could say that, but I don’t really watch bees. I simply… examine them in their natural home.” He replied rather snarky tone. It was friendly though. He meant all good things from it.

[midnight-power]

Kayama chuckled, looking at her friend. “I see,” Kayama looked at the little insect flying all around the two of them, it must be interesting for someone like him. “so you are here in these early hours to examine little flying insects?” Kayama knew how bees are called obviously, she just felt it’s funny to be awake only to look at bees.

[beeroism]

The male kept his focus solely on the small creature. He was simply amazed that a creature of that size could live and be so functional. It made him feel life was so much more than people take it as. His wings fluttered softly as he reached out for the bug to land on his hand “The early bird catches the worm, as you know. In my case, the early teacher catches the bees.” He chuckled softly at his own joke as the yellow insect landed on his hand. It felt around for anything bad that would make it leave. The bee found nothing, so it relaxed. “Now, why are you up this early, Ms. Midnight?” He flicked his eyes up towards the teacher before him. Sawyer had the right to ask, at least.

[midnight-power]

Kayama laughed and was staring, no better, was looking in interest at the little winged creature and her collegue.

“No need to be so formal, call me Kayama or at least Nemuri, please, we aren’t strangers, are we?” The black-haired woman raised one of her brows at being called ‘Ms. Midnight’, she would rather await that while being at school with students or on the battlefield. 

Kayama looked at the red and orange sky far in front of them, meaning the sun’s rising already. She smiles. “Simply, I enjoy the sunrises.” Kayama says as the first sun rayses are appearing behind the hills.

[beeroism]

The brown haired male chuckled softly before placing his hands in his yellow hoodie’s pockets. He shook his head at the woman’s first comment. “My bad, Ms. Midnight,” he teased. Sawyer tended to tease people he was close with, such as Nemuri. He shifted his attention to the sunrise that the woman had referred to. The brown haired male simply stared in amazement at the rising ball of fire and gas that slowly revealed itself to the world. “That is… understandable, Kayuri. You don’t mind if I call you that, right? Just a nickname I came up with now.” He turned his head towards the woman with a questioning glance. He didn’t want to be invasive if it made someone uncomfortable. He wasn’t thAt dumb.

[midnight-power]

Kayama chuckled and shaked her head in approval, it was kind of cute coming from the male’s mouth. “Kayuri…” Kayama said softly to herself, tasting the word in her own mouth. 

Kayama returned her gaze to the rising star, which was covering the landscape in red, yellow and orange colors, cosily resting her weight on her hips. “You never know how beautiful these small things are when you’re caught between teaching and saving the world.” Kayama finally spoke, not expecting an answer, just statement of hers.

[beeroism]

Sawyer chuckled a bit at the quite inspirational statement made by the teacher. He turned his attention to the glowing ball of gas before yawning. He stretched his arms upwards, into the air. He let out a soft groan as his arms fell back down to his sides.  “If we’re caught between them, then let’s break free. Let’s do something adventurous. Dangerous, even!” The brown haired male chuckled softly. His w aamber colored eyes examined the features of the woman he was just wihth,.,

[beeroism]

I hope Sawyer brought pizza.

The brown haired male had been sitting at a small table somewhere in a park, messing with some bees that had landed on a flower near by. He chuckled softly as the small insects did their thing. Sawyer’s wings softly shook as he placed his head in his hand, which was resting on the table. His brown eyes fluttered from each bee-occupied flower that was in his general area. If you couldn’t tell, Sawyer loves bees. This wasn’t due to his quirk, however. He’s just always had a natural liking for them. The rather weak pro hero sighed softly before standing up. He stretched his slim arms up into the air and groaned a bit. He could use a nap. Then again, he could always use a nap.

(Ding Dong! Ah, your wonderful bee package has arrived. Please open the box with caution, there is a live baby bee inside. Please take care of him and never leave him alone. He gets sad when he’s alone. Have a good day and thank you for shopping at Walmart.)

@myhero-power

[midnight-power]

Kayama walked into normally busy park, but now in these morning hours you couldn’t even see a living thing, if you don’t count the usual citizens of the park, nor even villains are up in these early times. The ravenette saw one of her collegues, clapping her hands together and smiling. She stood next to him, not aware if he noticed Kayama or not.

“Watching bees again?” Kayama grinned, now with swang him to the side.

[beeroism]

The brown haired male flicked his amber eyes over to the dark haired woman who spoke to him. His tired expression shifted into a weak smile as he realized who the woman was. There was a small be buzzing by the man’s ear. Sawyer chuckled softly before speaking. “I guess you could say that, but I don’t really watch bees. I simply… examine them in their natural home.” He replied rather snarky tone. It was friendly though. He meant all good things from it.

[midnight-power]

Kayama chuckled, looking at her friend. “I see,” Kayama looked at the little insect flying all around the two of them, it must be interesting for someone like him. “so you are here in these early hours to examine little flying insects?” Kayama knew how bees are called obviously, she just felt it’s funny to be awake only to look at bees.

[beeroism]

The male kept his focus solely on the small creature. He was simply amazed that a creature of that size could live and be so functional. It made him feel life was so much more than people take it as. His wings fluttered softly as he reached out for the bug to land on his hand “The early bird catches the worm, as you know. In my case, the early teacher catches the bees.” He chuckled softly at his own joke as the yellow insect landed on his hand. It felt around for anything bad that would make it leave. The bee found nothing, so it relaxed. “Now, why are you up this early, Ms. Midnight?” He flicked his eyes up towards the teacher before him. Sawyer had the right to ask, at least.

[midnight-power]

Kayama laughed and was staring, no better, was looking in interest at the little winged creature and her collegue.

“No need to be so formal, call me Kayama or at least Nemuri, please, we aren’t strangers, are we?” The black-haired woman raised one of her brows at being called ‘Ms. Midnight’, she would rather await that while being at school with students or on the battlefield. 

Kayama looked at the red and orange sky far in front of them, meaning the sun’s rising already. She smiles. “Simply, I enjoy the sunrises.” Kayama says as the first sun rayses are appearing behind the hills.

[beeroism]

The brown haired male chuckled softly before placing his hands in his yellow hoodie’s pockets. He shook his head at the woman’s first comment. “My bad, Ms. Midnight,” he teased. Sawyer tended to tease people he was close with, such as Nemuri. He shifted his attention to the sunrise that the woman had referred to. The brown haired male simply stared in amazement at the rising ball of fire and gas that slowly revealed itself to the world. “That is... understandable, Kayuri. You don’t mind if I call you that, right? Just a nickname I came up with now.” He turned his head towards the woman with a questioning glance. He didn’t want to be invasive if it made someone uncomfortable. He wasn’t thAt dumb.

[beeroism]

I hope Sawyer brought pizza.

The brown haired male had been sitting at a small table somewhere in a park, messing with some bees that had landed on a flower near by. He chuckled softly as the small insects did their thing. Sawyer’s wings softly shook as he placed his head in his hand, which was resting on the table. His brown eyes fluttered from each bee-occupied flower that was in his general area. If you couldn’t tell, Sawyer loves bees. This wasn’t due to his quirk, however. He’s just always had a natural liking for them. The rather weak pro hero sighed softly before standing up. He stretched his slim arms up into the air and groaned a bit. He could use a nap. Then again, he could always use a nap.

(Ding Dong! Ah, your wonderful bee package has arrived. Please open the box with caution, there is a live baby bee inside. Please take care of him and never leave him alone. He gets sad when he’s alone. Have a good day and thank you for shopping at Walmart.)

@myhero-power

[midnight-power]

Kayama walked into normally busy park, but now in these morning hours you couldn’t even see a living thing, if you don’t count the usual citizens of the park, nor even villains are up in these early times. The ravenette saw one of her collegues, clapping her hands together and smiling. She stood next to him, not aware if he noticed Kayama or not.

“Watching bees again?” Kayama grinned, now with swang him to the side.

[beeroism]

The brown haired male flicked his amber eyes over to the dark haired woman who spoke to him. His tired expression shifted into a weak smile as he realized who the woman was. There was a small be buzzing by the man’s ear. Sawyer chuckled softly before speaking. “I guess you could say that, but I don’t really watch bees. I simply… examine them in their natural home.” He replied rather snarky tone. It was friendly though. He meant all good things from it.

[midnight-power]

Kayama chuckled, looking at her friend. “I see,” Kayama looked at the little insect flying all around the two of them, it must be interesting for someone like him. “so you are here in these early hours to examine little flying insects?” Kayama knew how bees are called obviously, she just felt it’s funny to be awake only to look at bees.

[beeroism]

The male kept his focus solely on the small creature. He was simply amazed that a creature of that size could live and be so functional. It made him feel life was so much more than people take it as. His wings fluttered softly as he reached out for the bug to land on his hand “The early bird catches the worm, as you know. In my case, the early teacher catches the bees.” He chuckled softly at his own joke as the yellow insect landed on his hand. It felt around for anything bad that would make it leave. The bee found nothing, so it relaxed. “Now, why are you up this early, Ms. Midnight?” He flicked his eyes up towards the teacher before him. Sawyer had the right to ask, at least.

[beeroism]

I hope Sawyer brought pizza.

The brown haired male had been sitting at a small table somewhere in a park, messing with some bees that had landed on a flower near by. He chuckled softly as the small insects did their thing. Sawyer’s wings softly shook as he placed his head in his hand, which was resting on the table. His brown eyes fluttered from each bee-occupied flower that was in his general area. If you couldn’t tell, Sawyer loves bees. This wasn’t due to his quirk, however. He’s just always had a natural liking for them. The rather weak pro hero sighed softly before standing up. He stretched his slim arms up into the air and groaned a bit. He could use a nap. Then again, he could always use a nap.

(Ding Dong! Ah, your wonderful bee package has arrived. Please open the box with caution, there is a live baby bee inside. Please take care of him and never leave him alone. He gets sad when he’s alone. Have a good day and thank you for shopping at Walmart.)

@myhero-power

[midnight-power]

Kayama walked into normally busy park, but now in these morning hours you couldn’t even see a living thing, if you don’t count the usual citizens of the park, nor even villains are up in these early times. The ravenette saw one of her collegues, clapping her hands together and smiling. She stood next to him, not aware if he noticed Kayama or not.

“Watching bees again?” Kayama grinned, now with swang him to the side.

[beeroism]

The brown haired male flicked his amber eyes over to the dark haired woman who spoke to him. His tired expression shifted into a weak smile as he realized who the woman was. There was a small be buzzing by the man’s ear. Sawyer chuckled softly before speaking. “I guess you could say that, but I don’t really watch bees. I simply… examine them in their natural home.” He replied rather snarky tone. It was friendly though. He meant all good things from it.

[popfizzles]

cube bees? cubees?? cute bees???

finally……… a bug i dont mind existing around

[beeroism]

“I AGREE. YOU ARE MY NEW FAVORITE PERSON.”

- Sawyer Ashuen A character made by @certifiablyidiotic (aka me)

[beeroism]

I hope Sawyer brought pizza.

The brown haired male had been sitting at a small table somewhere in a park, messing with some bees that had landed on a flower near by. He chuckled softly as the small insects did their thing. Sawyer’s wings softly shook as he placed his head in his hand, which was resting on the table. His brown eyes fluttered from each bee-occupied flower that was in his general area. If you couldn’t tell, Sawyer loves bees. This wasn’t due to his quirk, however. He’s just always had a natural liking for them. The rather weak pro hero sighed softly before standing up. He stretched his slim arms up into the air and groaned a bit. He could use a nap. Then again, he could always use a nap.

(Ding Dong! Ah, your wonderful bee package has arrived. Please open the box with caution, there is a live baby bee inside. Please take care of him and never leave him alone. He gets sad when he’s alone. Have a good day and thank you for shopping at Walmart.)

@myhero-power