‘ oh, did you wanna take a picture? ‘ food is settled neatly atop waiting handkerchief, fingers wave the boy closer -- she is curious, admittedly. for his soul is streaked in intricate lines of sticky black tar; oh, whatever has he done to make it so dreadful to look at? ‘ oh hey, you’re kinda cute up close! what’s your name ~ ? ‘ ( @oshikakei / ♥’d! )











