Baby bird, baby bird, where can you be? We've got rich fourteen year olds to convince their daddies to sponsor us~ /-grins, hopping off the fence and sidling up beside you-/ don't want to disappoint the fans now, do you?
wh—
…..oh.
-he doesn’t even attempt to feign pleasantries, laugh disintegrating into something like cardboard when you appear. the extra steps you take forward are just the number he takes right back, the corner of his mouth stretching into an overly-strained smile.-
how…thoughtful of you to your viewers. star material, psychoboy. really. i’m sure they’re already itching to label you a national treasure.
….and considering i’m not inclined to cruel and unusual mass-murder— no, actually. i suppose i’ll just have to stay in pre-debut for the rest of my years.
such a pity.















