i’m jb, my job is npc ken and i’m good at holding things. when you aren’t looking directly at me i’m stood all weird and buffering to get ready for the next human interaction. all of the upper shelves in my house are empty, not for any other reason than that they’re cursed. inside i’m a cowboy but outside i’m just a dude that cries a lot. hmu @ qveerjoy if you want to feel like the cool friend.










