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♪ o what a noble mind is here overthrown! ♪ associated with String of Fates | personal Boys Dorm Z1

[bauhausmarksman-blog]

Sasha Nein isn’t surprised to find Tancho Academy to be a bit on the dull side. Despite the hopes that he and Milla would be sent here for fantastic and supernatural reasons rivaling the incident involving the now former president’s missing brain and a platoon of great white sharks, Sasha dully figures that he’s merely here to babysit a bunch of children, a few of which being psychics. Key word being ‘a few’. 

Sighing softly, he walks with hands shoved in his pockets, and a now spent cigarette dangling between his lips. He idly wonders what he should do and where he should go. Much of the surrounding town has been explored already, and certainly, the entirety of the school has as well. There is almost nothing that has been left unexplored and almost no one that has been left observed casually at a distance with a scientific eye.

And then, out of the corner of his eyes, he sees…it.

Sasha’s brows furrow at the sight of the tacky, brightly colored lamp positioned so innocently upon the edge of a nearby desk. Out of all of the disgusting, vile things that could have happened upon Tancho, the Psychonaut’s eyes come across a Tiffany Lamp.

“What a bother. To think that something like this would dare show up here. No matter, I will just dispose of this wretched thing and none will be the wiser,” Sasha Nein mutters under his breath. His muttering is quickly followed by a well placed psi-blast, which shatters the horrid lamp in a mere instant, leaving only a slightly smoldering smudge where it once stood. 

Predictably enough, the sound of footsteps near the psychic, who merely lets out an almost guilty sigh in response. Lazily, he waves towards whomever is approaching, his face looking as blank as possible. No need to act like you’ve just destroyed school property, after all! “Yes? Is there anything that you need?”

[candiedamputee-blog]

Strolling down the hallways, Charles found himself irritated, lip raised up into a sneer. Things were too dull at this school. The routine was painfully drab- Wake up, go to classes, faint and wake up in the nurses office, go to bed, repeat. Maddening. He was thankful for the single relationship he had, but he felt like more of an outcast here than the actual outcasts. Charles' thoughts begin drifting to the past, the desirable days, filled with blessed sin and bloodshed- The sudden sound of shattering glass fills the air, tearing the boy right out of those possessing, horrible thoughts. With Charles' inhuman hearing, it sounded as though it was very close. A certain energy surrounded the air, something was amiss here. Preparing for a confrontation, Charles knelt down and crept along the wall, tracing the unfamiliar energies to an empty classroom. He prepares for the worst as he lunches through the doorway, not even realizing there was a person speaking- or even a person for that matter. The boy found himself bumping right into that person- the source of these haywire energies in the room. As Charles was reeling back, he was readying himself to lunge at the-

Was that a smouldering-something on the desk.

Okay, so it wasn't some horrible monster. Probably just a teacher. But he knew this class, and that certainly wasn't the corresponding teacher. But the energy he was sensing from this person and the smouldering-something were incredible. Lifting a shaky finger, Charles just about ignored the person and what they had to say, pointing to the ashes on the desk. "What exactly, are you doing in here..." His eyes quickly darted from the pile of smouldering-something to the man, and back and back again. "Wasn't that once.. a lamp..."

[otokohime-blog]

another lazy day. well, it should’ve been! while trying to sleep in, still not particularly interested in going to class or even dressing up, kuranosuke felt something stir him to wake up. lazily rubbing his eyes, focusing his line of sight, he noticed the clump of red string in his lap and ultimately part of it tied to his pinky.

huh? like the old legend?

he tugged at it but the string wouldn’t come undone. it only seemed to be leading him somewhere—or if legends were correct, they were leading him to someone. oh, how exciting! he got dolled up, somehow working around the string as he dressed up and followed the string out of his room and through the school.

where would he go, he wondered? who would he meet at the end?

he travelled and travelled, somehow finding himself at…a garden? the flowers were cute and the white table nearby seemed that kuranosuke had to wait here for his fated one.

“huh, what’s this all about…” not superstitious, he wondered that if someone was trying to play a prank on him, or at least, try to lure him out for some reason. “anyone out there?”

[candiedamputee-blog]

Stirring out of his slumber, Charles groaned at the thought of getting out of his comfortable bed. A few more minutes couldn't hurt, he got up before his alarm had gone off after all. Letting out a long yawn, the boy rolled over on his side- only to feel something tugging at his hand. Bleary eyed, Charles looked under his covers to find a red string tied around his pinky finger. Now why did that string seem familiar? Wasn't this a legend of some sort? Using his teeth, he tried to cut the string off. Nothing. In fact, the more he pulled at it, the shorter it seemed to appear. What kind of prank was this? His roommates would have hell to pay if any of them were behind this. And getting dressed with that wretched string in the way was a hell in it's own. It took much longer than it normally did, but he managed to get his uniform on, somehow. He didn't have class for a while, and he was more than willing to skip out on algebra for a day. Charles was more interested in finding the culprit behind this inane and inconvenient prank. Opening doors caught the string on doorknobs, and he dreaded the thought of someone tripping over the thread. Eventually, it lead the boy outside, and into... the gardens? This was starting to feel like the start of a romance novel.

“anyone out there?”

That voice sounded so familiar! Following the string to the centre of the garden, Charles lifted his head to see the source of the voice- Wait a second. "Kurako?" He began, seeing the other end of the red string tied to her pinky- just like his. Slowly, he lifted his hand up, displaying his end of the tied string. "By any chance, are you the one behind this?

[candiedamputee-blog]

@kurako

Oioi kuramun, I don't know if you're on or if you'll have the same problem as me (inbox not notifying you of any messages) but I'm all game for the switch event if you don't think it's too late! if you don't think we should, i'll definitely be there for the next event (which is SOON??) sorry in advance and let me knoow

[candiedamputee-blog]

divaoftheopera replied to your post: ooc: WOW I’m so sorry I’ve been inactive on most...

(ooc;welcome back :3)

starfightercain replied to your post: ooc: WOW I’m so sorry I’ve been inactive on most...

(kuranosuke-mun here and nOPE I DON’T HATE OR BLAME YOU it’s cool just glad to have you back c:)

ARIGATO MY LOVELIES!

timetakeshope replied to your post: ooc: WOW I’m so sorry I’ve been inactive on most...

i should get off my ass and post my reply to you like soon so wait up for that i gues?

Looking forward to it!

[candiedamputee-blog]

ooc: WOW I'm so sorry I've been inactive on most of my accounts thanks to some things but I'm going to do my best to draft my replies today and participate in an event with Kurako! if they doesn't hate me for replying late

I'm pretty sure I only owe Diva, Dorian and Kurako replies but if I'm missing someone, let me know!

[murder-narcissus-blog]

The days had been kind to Dorian. There was a distinct absence of the voice in his head, and he’d managed to make new acquaintances even with the matter of the zombified students. His only regret was that the days were too short to enjoy with so few people, doing so little of all that Tanchou offered. 

Such was the case today, at a gathering of the gardening club. They were tasked to work in the greenhouse, repotting plants and trying their hands at flower arrangements. The instructor had given them free reign, and conversations had flourished until the students were called to class or to their other responsibilities.

Dorian was lucky enough to have his club activities as the last on his schedule. He bid his clubmates goodbye as cheerfully as he could, but he could not shake off the concern that gnawed at him every time he caught sight of Charles, the boy he’d met only twice now, looking pale and drawn and quite unwell.

They’d barely exchanged pleasantries with each other following their first meeting, and Dorian thought it extraordinarily lucky that they’d met at the sleepoever some days prior. After that, though, he could not catch even the boy’s shadow. Not many of the other students knew him, either, and his queries were met with shrugs of indifference at best.

Dorian was surprised to find that they were in the same club, and while he’d originally planned to approach him at the beginning of the period, he remembered that they’d not parted on the best of terms, and decided to give the other boy his space. 

At the moment, though, Dorian’s patience was being tested. He remembered, of course, the events of their first meeting. Had Charles fed at all since then? Was his less than healthy appearance connected with that at all? Would it be imprudent of Dorian to ask?

These questions would chase each other around Dorian’s mind, until the sound of the glass doors closing shakes him from his musings. He looks, to find that they were the only ones left in the greenhouse. And in the stifling silence, unbroken by even the sound of running water, Dorian could hear the other boy’s labored breaths. He steels himself, good manners be damned, and moves to approach Charles where he was crouched beside a rose bush.

He reaches out, tentatively, to touch the boy’s shoulder- “…Charles…?”

[candiedamputee-blog]

The garden club was the highlight of Charles' new school life. He had tended to many rare varieties of roses in the past, having many tricks and tips to keep plant life live longer and grow healthier. After being faced with and having to endure the fast-paced stress of classes and modern-day Japanese life, planting and caring for the delicate flora helped him feel calm and find inner peace. It brought more enjoyable memories back to the boy, compared to the unwelcomed thoughts he had to tolerate and fight daily. He happily continued tending to the roses- the roses he had grown himself and the roses that had earned him praise from the teacher.

'Just a bit more water for these, now... there we go.'

And being able to garden today helped put the memories of the past week out of his mind. Even if only for a short while. He couldn't handle the shame and embarrassment of how he had gone about his feeding. And he made a complete fool of himself at the slumber party, which he knew from the get-go was already going to be a catastrophe. The last he could even remember of that terrible night was nearly drowning in a bathtub. Utter humiliation. In fact, Charles wasn't even sure if his memory of that night faltering was a blessing or not. All he knew was he awoke in his own dorm, in his own bed, in a fresh pair of clothes. That was worrisome. It made his head spin, it was so unpleasant. He wouldn't speak to the hostess of that party again, so help him God. 'Only roses now. Just don't think about anything else.'

He had managed to grow a small patch of blue roses- his most favoured variety of flora. They took much love and care, and very careful tending to. He had remembered all the techniques for growing him during his time in... wait a second. Where did he learn how to grow these?

Memories weren't the only thing slipping past Charles' train of thought. As he carefully examined the petals, He couldn't remember if the club period had already ended or not. Did he water the roses already, or did he forget to? Why was it so hard to keep his eyes open? Was he kneeling on the floor, or was he just standing up? His vision had begun to blur, as the boy felt himself feel suddenly fatigued. His breathing was uneven and hard, his head lowering as he held his hand to his chest. This wasn't good.

“…Charles…?”

Thank God. Somebody was here. He didn't know or care who it was right now. The poor boy was so drastically weakened that he couldn't moved from his hunched-over state, gasping loudly. He couldn't find his voice. He could only pray he'd receive medical assistance soon. A pathetic, raspy voice escaped his lips, barely audible.

"...help..."

[otokohime-blog]

[candiedamputee-blog]

otokohime:

a freshman huh? he did look rather young for his age. there was so many people, even age-wise, that attended this school as students. “i see, it’s nice to meet you charles. i transferred here as a senior. being away from home is a lot of fun. i get to dorm with strangers and every day feels like a party.” he chuckles a bit. “it’s nice being away from all the chaos.”

the cakes and milk arrive and kuranosuke couldn’t be any more happier. “itadakimasu!” 

he took a bite into his cake and man was it amazing. he tried to talk about school and how big it was along with the staff and crazy nurses. there wasn’t all that much to talk about, that is, until he took noticed to the other’s right arm, or rather, lack of one.

“…were you in an accident?” kuranosuke murmurs softly and gazes at him with concern. “wait, you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.” he puts his small fork down and asks for another piece. 

“also, eat as much as you want! i’m not planning on going back to the dorms anytime soon. in fact, i sort of wanted to ditch, hehe.” that and not wanting to deal with his dorm situation.

Charles was starting to believe that all seniors were an intimidating bunch, but Kurako helped ease that little worry. Not everyone at the school was bad.

"I'm not exactly well acquainted with my dormmates. We all try and not bother each other, so not much happens in our dorm." As for his home life- well, he hadn't prepared a story yet. "Home life is quiet- when I'm there. I'm usually in the hospital. So, this is quite a change of pace." He didn't even have to lie this time! That was the truth.

Once the cakes arrived, Charles almost couldn't believe it. They looked like slices of heaven. And for that price, they better! The two begun digging into their sweets, as Charles listened politely to Kurako's stories. It seemed like she had had more strange encounters than he had! But then he heard it.

“…were you in an accident?”

he knew it was too good to last. Hearing the question so suddenly caught him off guard, and he choked and coughed on a piece of cake. Frantically downing his glass of milk an a desperate attempt to clear his airway. That was more than an unattractive display. He really didn't have a way with women.

"I- Yes, it was an accident." His story behind what happened changed every time he told it. Some more farfetched than others, but for Kurako, he didn't want to stray too far from the truth.

"Every Summer my grandfather takes me to Vietnam for vacation. And I was unfortunate enough to trip and fall onto a landmine." Alright. The Vietnam part of the story was true. And enough people had their limbs blown off in such a manner, so he may as well be telling the truth.

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[candiedamputee-blog]

divaoftheopera:

Diva waited with an anxious excitement for the other to reveal himself, sensing a faint familiarity with the scent. When he did however the girl froze, blinking in surprise. Images of the violence of Vietnam crossed her mind. Her song, the chiropteran, Saya bloody and mad, but there was someone else. One of her own Chevaliers.

“Carl…” She used the name known to her before his disappearance, the only one she knew to be his. Amshel had sent him away. Tilting her head slightly as if unsure what she was even seeing was real, the dark haired girl blinked again. Humans have those they looked like, Amshel may be able to make his toy clones, but no one could change the scent he carried.

The snap happened in almost an instant, the flip from confused to excitement. The distance between them was closed in two short leaps as  Diva lunged at the boy, wrapping her arms around his neck. All her servants were disappointing, Amshel was too stuffy, James too, and even Nathan was boring. Solomon… That traitor. but Carl? No one could blame the queen for picking favorites.

“I’ve missed you, you know,” She sighed, still clinging to him. “Everyone else is so boring!”

Her eyes met his. Charles felt such a rush of emotions that he was shocked he didn't up and vomit from the anxiety right then and there. Fear, confusion, regret, happiness, excitement- he was starting to wonder if one's heart really could burst out of their chest.

What did she think of him? Did she despise him for what happened in Vietnam, for running away? He had no choice back then! She could tear him limb from limb, for all the years he had been separated from her. Did she even remember him after all these years? What had become of his Queen now that he had left?

“Carl…”

He felt his heart skip a beat. She remembered. He could feel his eyes welling up. Even if she unleashed her fury onto him, he could take solace knowing, after all this time...

In the blink of an eye, Diva had closed the gap between them. Charles didn't even have time to brace himself for any possible attacks she was so quick. But he didn't need to. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, pulling him in for a warm, strong embrace.

“I’ve missed you, you know,”

Charles would be branded nothing but a filthy liar if he said the small tears didn't escalate into full-blown crying at that point. He was always quick to tears. Her touch, her scent, everything about her was just as beautiful as he remembered.

"I never stopped thinking about you, Diva.." He raised his arm and wrapped it around her, placing a hand gently on her back.

[divaoftheopera-deactivated20120]

Diva sat on the rooftop of the school building with a sigh. She was bored. Classes were so dull and the whole school experience was just so.. domestic. It amazed the girl how her sister could stand living like this day to day. She was ready to go crazy! All these humans… A campus full of snacks and Diva couldn’t eat a single one. The girl heaved a heavy sigh, laying back on the roof top and letting her legs dangle off the edge of the roof.

“This.is.no.fun.” She cried, pounding her fist on to the concrete with enough force to crack it slightly.

Growling slightly with annoyance, Diva rolled onto her stomach and pushed herself up on her knees. She frowned slightly. He dress was probably dirty now too. The girl got up and stretched her arms above her, leaning back so she was on the verge of slipping off the building and gave a small yawn.

“What to do? What to do? Wha-” She froze mid word, blinking as she looked around quickly. Someone was close by. She could smell them.

Diva’s lips curled up into a smile. “Come out, come out where ever you are~” She called, cupping her hands around her mouth to elevate her voice. Depending on who it was, maybe a bite wouldn’t hurt.

[candiedamputee-blog]

His heart was pounding in his ears. his stomach was in knots and he was sure he was going to vomit if his uncertainties were confirmed. The boy had to just keep assuring himself- they weren't here. It was impossible for them to be here. The past was far behind him and there was no possible chance of it coming back to find him.

But he couldn't shake that scent. That all-too familiar scent that brought back nostalgic memories of his time in Vietnam. He couldn't stand the thoughts of the torture or the war, but being reminded of his Queen was entirely different. Just the memory of him made his mind spin, his heart race and his stomach flip. He feared her, but he adored her.

Morbid curiosity and the desire to put this doubt to rest once and for all, Charles trailed the scent back to the rooftop. He crept silently, attempting to bring no attention to himself. Once he looked around the corner, he'd see just some fragrant human, wearing too much perfume. But once he peered around the corner-

-The woman he once was a Chevalier for, his Queen, Diva.

[otokohime-blog]

[candiedamputee-blog]

otokohime:

score!

“yeah! come on, i’ve been dying for a strawberry shortcake since i’ve gotten here. let’s go—my treat!” he gets up from where he was sitting on the steps and walked closer to charles. the boy seemed a lot younger than he was but perhaps that was just appearances. without hearing his response, kuranosuke linked arms with charles and lead him off campus to the shopping district which contained many restaurants and cafes (thankfully for them).

once they walk in, the smell of baked goods and coffee only makes kuranosuke more eager as he drags charles to sit in front of the cakes. they were so beautiful and so cheap (at least for him anyway). 

“wow so much good food—! you want something sweet right? me too! waitress, two cups of milk and two slices of whichever cake is the best!” 

the waitress leaves them alone and kuranosuke grins at charles.

“thanks for coming with me!” (not that he had a choice). “are you new here too? i thought this school would be fun but so far i’ve only met a couple of weirdos…oh right, my name is kurano—oh, uhm, kurako!” for now he’d have to use his female pseudonym, at least he got sorted out back into the boy’s dorms.

Charles wasn't used to speaking to women. In fact, he did his best to avoid them in hopes he wouldn't have to be reminded of his past. But, was she offering to pay for both of their meals? That was odd. Charles had always known men to be the ones to take care of the women. Pull out their chairs, pour their wine, and pay for dinner bills. Have times changed that drastically since his time in Vietnam? Were women running around holding open car doors, letting the men walk first-

She's touching him. Not just a hand on the shoulder or a small tap- her arm was wrapped happily around his own left arm. He couldn't even overreact, he was too thankful that she didn't reach for his right arm. He didn't want another girl screaming at his missing limb, and always dreaded having to explain himself.

But without being able to get a word in, the woman had already begun walking, taking Charles along with her. Well, so far he was fairing well interacting with a woman. He hoped it would just stay that way. Kuranosuke had walked them into a particularly expensive looking shop, one Charles was sure dreams were made of, due to those prices. And she was springing for the most expensive cake in the store? At least they had that in common, a big sweet tooth.

"It's no trouble." It really wasn't a bother to him. He was happy to learn where the shops were and be able to partake in the sweets they had to offer. He was just nervous, and a little fidgety. He hadn't managed to hold a normal conversation with anyone at the school until now. But he was starting to feel at ease, oddly enough.

"I just transferred here, as a freshman." Charles hoped that by the end of the day, he wouldn't fall under Kuranosuke's weirdo category as well. "It's very nice to meet you, Kurako. My name is Charles."

[murder-narcissus-blog]

[candiedamputee-blog]

murder-narcissus:

The voice in Dorian’s mind had retreated, for now. He no longer heard the echoes, and for a brief moment he thought of pretending that they never existed- but only for a moment, and then he was thankful for the reprieve. He would need to get used to the sound, but this was not the time for it. Dorian is alone now with this boy. The name of what he guesses him to be comes to mind, but he dismisses it just as quickly- what use did knowing it have? He continues to wipe the boy’s tears away and decides that there was no use at all. He was still a boy, no matter what he was.

The tentative hand over his proves this, and Dorian tries for a smile despite feeling terribly weakened. His free hand mirrors the other, and now he cradles the boy’s face, murmuring words of idle comfort as he drew away his tears with his fingertips. 

He thinks him a dark angel, arriving in salvation. There would be no futile struggling for Dorian, now. Only that bleak horizon of acceptance. It is a strange catharsis, if it could even be called that. He only knew that, at the moment, he was in no danger of taking a knife to a painting hidden deep in the dark.

“… it… won’t always… be this bad…”

Charles couldn't understand it. Not one bit. The only person in the world that ever showed him a shred of kindness was Diva, his Queen. And even then it was an extremely twisted sort of kindness, but that was just how she worked.

Humans looked at him with fear, treating him like a mindless predator. Even the students of the school looked at him oddly. The staff regularly questioned him about his 'handicap', as did the students. Too much for comfort.

But this boy... why was he showing the person trying to drain him of his blood such good will? He didn't receive curses or injuries, but kind words and a soft touch. This poor soul couldn't even fathom what kind of a monster he really was.

“… it… won’t always… be this bad…”

He felt his heart drop, it almost felt as though his chest was going to cave and collapse into itself. His stomach was upside down and he only felt his eyes swelling up with tears once again. This wasn't forced or fake. This was genuine.

He didn't know what to do.

"You... you fool!" He sobbed, his pathetic attempt at containing his emotions resulted in his voice coming out as a choked cry. Charles then pulled away from pale and bleeding boy, making an inhuman leap for the nearest window. He couldn't handle this. He couldn't face such affection. His heart was threatening to come bursting out of his throat. He did the only thing he could think of.

He ran away.

[candiedamputee-blog]

divaoftheopera started following you, bloodofrosepetals started following you

"What- how is this even possible? No, I'm hallucinating. Yes that's it. Those two couldn't possibly be..."

(ooc: OH GOODNESS I didn't think any other blood+ characters would join wow oh gosh hi please bear with my awkward charles next to you two glorious queens)

[candiedamputee-blog]

ooc: wow sorry to all the people I promised replies to around the time everyone left the sleepover for bed! If you're still okay with me responding to those posts (believe me, I am more than willing) I'll draft up the replies for those and the ones I owe already!

i'm gomen just... I get sick a lot

[candiedamputee-blog]

[candiedamputee-blog]

murder-narcissus:

Nodding, Dorian saw that it was the last door they would come upon. Finding it unlocked, which was slightly worrying, Dorian opens the door and leads Charles in, setting him on a nearby chair. At the murmured protest, Dorian pats Charles’ cheek in mock displeasure,

“You’re still wet, I can’t let you on the bed just yet. I’ll assume the chest of drawers with the sweets and the blue rose boutonniere is yours and get you a towel and a new shirt.”

He gives the boy a tender smile, smoothing his hair back from his face, “Then, you can go to sleep, mm? No more parties or games for tonight.”

Charles was happy to back at his dorm at last. He found himself sitting down on- a chair, that wasn't his bed. He groaned in protest, even though he was sure he could fall asleep in this chair in his current state.

"No more parties or games for tonight.”

He had attempted to roll over in the chair to face Dorian, which was a sorry looking sight. So he opted for slinking further down in the chair and pouted like a child.

"...I didn't have any fun. So that isn't fair."

[candiedamputee-blog]

ooc: I don't know how I did it, but my slumber party open got me around 36 notes! (for a first-time rper like me that's WOW) Gosh, I only expected one or two notes for my obscure little character. thank you to everyone who responded and I hope you had fun! And I'm very sorry if I missed any replies in the excitement, I had my hands full the entire event!

danke again, you beautiful lovelies, but it's time for me to head to bed after this reply! Catch you in my waking hours~

[candiedamputee-blog]

[candiedamputee-blog]

murder-narcissus:

Smiling faintly in amusement, Dorian sets back to peeling Charle’s wet clothes off. He wouldn’t notice the unnatural paleness of the boy seeing as how it would have been rude, and instead works diligently. Charles’ pants weren’t too dampened, so he leaves them on, afterwhich he shrugs his own robe off and carefully slips it on the other boy.

He helps Charles to his feet and loops his arm over his shoulder, chuckling a little as his head lolled with the movement.

“Your room is at the end of the hall, isn’t it?” Dorian asks, edging out of the bathroom and weaving through the party -which showed no signs of stopping soon- successfully enough to only have been hailed twice. 

As soon as they were out, Dorian continued to lead Charles to his room, glancing at the name plates set on them.

Aside from the aide of a few undone buttons, Charles usually managed to undress and redress himself. Right now, he couldn't even carry himself out of the bathroom. He was very thankful for Dorian's assistance, especially right now. Charles suddenly felt something foreign on him. A little too slowly, Charles looked down and saw it was a robe. Where did it- not important.

What was important was that he was being lifted up to stand and, although wobbly, Dorian was holding onto him for support. He felt himself nearly doze off as his head uselessly bobbed as he walked.

"Z-1..." Charles muttered, hoping they didn't pass the correct dorm already. He couldn't wait to roll into bed and get nice and warm.

[candiedamputee-blog]

ooc: you know before my number came up I jokingly said to myself 'HAHA what if my partner for 7 minutes in heaven will be sweet bro'

AND THEN IT WAS