Sound wasn’t just sound to you. it had shape, texture, weight. It moved. It lingered. It layered over itself until the air felt thick with it. A chair scraping across the floor didn’t just make noise; it splintered into sharp, jagged lines that scraped along your nerves. Voices weren’t just voices, they pulsed with emotion. Irritation buzzed low and grating. Laughter flickered bright and quick.
And you couldn’t turn it off.
There was no such thing as silence. Not really. Not ever.
Even in the dead of night, there were frequencies bouncing off the walls; pipes humming, electricity whispering through wires, the faintest movements of air shifting through vents. It all came back to you, echoing, overlapping, building into something that pressed against your skull until it hurt.
Most days, you could manage it. You had to.
You learned how to sit still even when your senses screamed. Learned how to breathe through the migraines, how to ground yourself when the world got too loud, too sharp, too much. You learned how to act normal.
But “manageable” didn’t mean easy.
And it definitely didn’t mean painless.
The team noticed.
Of course they did. they were trained to notice things like that. The slight flinch when someone dropped something. The way your shoulders tensed when too many people talked at once. How your focus would suddenly snap, eyes unfocused like you were listening to something no one else could hear.
At first, they didn’t say anything.
They just… adjusted.
Conversations got a little quieter. Movements a little more careful. Doors were closed softer, footsteps lighter. Someone, probably without admitting it, started keeping painkillers stocked, casually sliding them your way whenever the signs got too obvious to ignore.
It was their way of helping without making it a thing.
Without making you feel different.
And for a while, that was enough. Or at least, it was all anyone thought they could do.
Because what else was there to do?
You couldn’t exactly escape your own senses.
You couldn’t step out of the noise when the noise followed you everywhere.
So they worked around it, and you endured it, and the whole thing settled into an unspoken understanding.
Everyone accepted it.
Everyone except John.
John noticed the same things the others did, but where they saw something to work around, he saw a problem that needed fixing.
And John didn’t ignore problems.
He started small.
At first, it was just observation, really watching you. Not the quick, trained glances the others used, but something more deliberate. He paid attention to patterns. When it got worse. What triggered it. How long it lasted. What you did to cope.
And he noticed how you never said anything.
Not once.
That’s what got to him the most.
Because from his perspective, that wasn’t strength.
It was you suffering in silence because you thought you had to.
And he wasn’t going to let that keep happening.
He noticed how much calmer you were when you were on missions, despite being surrounded by screaming and gun fire.
It was because of your headset, it muffled things so well. It didn’t comply cancel out noise, it didn’t need to be. It was perfect.
So John had the idea to get you a custom pair made just for you to wear around the base, so that things were more tolerable and comfortable.
.
At first, it didn’t make sense.
You struggled in the base, but out on missions? Surrounded by chaos, by shouting, by gunfire and explosions
You were better.
Not perfect, but like you could actually breathe.
John noticed that.
At first, he thought maybe it was adrenaline. Focus. The way your training kicked in and forced everything else into the background.
But that didn’t explain it fully.
So he watched closer.
Paid attention to the details most people would miss.
And then he saw it.
The headset.
It wasn’t anything special to anyone else, standard gear, part of the uniform. But every time you put it on, something in you shifted. Your shoulders dropped just a little. Your movements got smoother, less tense. Your reactions stopped being split between a hundred invisible stimuli and locked onto what actually mattered.
It didn’t block everything out.
It took the unbearable edge off the world and made it something you could exist in without constantly fighting against it.
That was the difference.
That was the solution.
And the second John realized that, the problem stopped being unsolvable.
.
You didn’t know anything about it at first.
Of course you didn’t.
John wasn’t the type to make a big deal out of things like this, not when he could just fix the issue quietly and put the result in your hands.
He got his hands on your headset first.
Not permanently, just long enough to have it analyzed. He wanted to know exactly what it was doing, what frequencies it dampened, what it let through, how it balanced clarity with protection.
Then he went further.
He had conversations, brief, direct, to the point. People who specialized in audio engineering, sensory regulation, equipment modification. He didn’t care how complicated it sounded or how long it would take.
He just needed one thing:
Something that worked for you.
Not standard issue. Not “good enough.”
Tailored.
Precise.
You needed control.
So that’s what he had them build.
.
The first time you saw them, you didn’t even realize what they were.
John handed them to you without much explanation, like it was just another piece of equipment. Another routine adjustment.
“Try them,” he said simply.
You turned them over in your hands, confused.
They looked… similar to your mission headset, but smaller and more lightweight. Designed for comfort instead of combat. The materials were softer, the structure less rigid.
“John…”
“Just try them.”
There wasn’t much room to argue with that tone.
So you did.
You slipped them on, adjusting them slightly
And with that everything changed.
The sharp edges dulled into something manageable. The constant overlapping frequencies untangled, no longer clawing at each other inside your head. Distant noises stayed distant. Closer ones felt… contained.
Organized.
Your breath caught.
It wasn’t silence.
It was relief.
Real, immediate, undeniable relief.
For the first time in longer than you could remember, the world didn’t feel like it was pressing in on you from every direction at once.
It felt… livable.
You didn’t even realize how still you’d gone until John spoke again.
“Well?”
Your throat felt tight.
“I-” You stopped, trying to find the right word, but nothing quite fit. Nothing felt big enough to describe what this was.
So you settled for the truth.
“It’s… quiet.”
John studied you carefully, not the words, but the way you said them. The way your posture had changed, the tension that had eased without you noticing.
And for the first time since this whole thing started, he looked satisfied.
“Good,” he said.
You looked back at him, something uncertain flickering in your expression. “What is this?”
“Yours,” he answered, like it was obvious.
Your grip tightened slightly on the headset.
This wasn’t someone handing you meds and hoping it would take the edge off.
This was effort.
Attention.
Understanding.
He’d seen the problem, and instead of working around it, instead of expecting you to just endure it
He changed the environment.
John shifted his weight slightly, already half-turning like the conversation was over, like this wasn’t something that needed acknowledgment.
“Wear them around base,” he said. “If they need adjusting, we’ll fix it.”
We’ll.
Not you.
Not figure it out yourself.
We.
And just like that, he started to walk off mission accomplished, problem handled.
But this time, you didn’t just let it pass.
“…John.”
He stopped.
Didn’t turn around right away, but he waited.
You swallowed, the words feeling heavier than they should.
This hasn't been proof-read so I apologise for mistakes!
Reader - Bat Hybrid
Yunho - Dog Hybrid
A little something for Valentine's Day because I'm lonely.
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Yunho enjoyed being outside in the winter, the cold was a lot easier to escape than the humid, burning sun.
It was more the aesthetic of going to a coffee shop and cozying up by the window that he enjoyed but he still appreciated the beauty that came with the late season.
It was also the season that managed to spike his Hybrid senses into overdrive, making him hyper-aware of everybody around him and being on edge whenever somebody came near him; even his closest friends had to be careful in the winter which made having a Christmas gathering a little awkward with a Retriever Hybrid constantly trying to bite back his growls.
He hummed as he blew over the top of his coffee, the cold air brushing over his skin as a rather comforting contrast.
Work had gotten too stressful for him and so he had convinced himself to call in sick so he could relax for the day.
He would’ve loved to have a big old fireplace where he could just sit and relax at home but he was certain it would go against the safety code of the building.
Yunho licked his dry lips as he looked around for a spot to sit but ended up pouting when every table was taken, meaning he would have to take one of the outside tables in the freezing cold and he was certain he had heard of a possible snowfall today.
Making himself comfortable, he buried his face into his scar a little more and cuddled his coffee with his bare hands as he was an idiot that morning and forgot to bring his gloves.
His roommate, Wooyoung (a Peacock Hybrid) had even stuck a sticky note on the fridge about not forgetting them, but Yunho had walked straight passed the fridge in order to make the breakfast menu at the coffee shop.
Freshly made croissants were a weakness and Yunho just couldn’t resist.
“E-excuse me?”
Yunho looked up to find a woman shyly peering at him from within her own scarf cover, and tilted his head to the side as he desperately tried to calm his Hybrid half down.
“May I…may I sit here, there aren’t any spaces inside,” she was almost whispering as she spoke and her gloved fingers were clenching and unclenching in a clear attempt to calm her anxieties down; something that made Yunho’s heart ache for her ever-so-slightly.
“Go for it,” he invited with a friendly smile and his tail wagged when she smiled back at him.
Yunho watched her for a few moments, taking note of the unusual ears atop her head and the slight miscolouring of her eyes; he couldn't detect what Hybrid she was and even his Retriever side was confused.
“I’m a bat,” her voice made him jump and she giggled, hand coming up to her mouth as she did.
“I didn’t mean to stare,” Yunho could feel his ears turning red as he replied, “It’s been a while since I’ve seen a Bat Hybrid out and about,” he remarked bashfully as the woman bowed her head with a matching colour of her cheeks.
“It messes with our sense of direction,” she explained with a laugh, “the sun I mean, we’re all a little partially sighted so being nocturnal is just sensible,” she continued as she picked up her own beverage, a fruity herbal tea, and took a sip.
“Is it that hard with sun out?” Yunho pondered with a cute quirk of his eyebrows and a wiggle of his tail as he seemed to forget that agitation the season brought with it.
“I don’t even understand it myself but it is difficult to navigate with the sun, it hurts our eyes even when looking at the ground,” she playfully puffed her cheeks up in mock annoyance and Yunho felt his entire body suddenly flush with warmth and fluttering.
“Wow, the most I have to deal with is winter agitation and getting distracted by people playing football,” he muttered and grinned when the bat hybrid burst into a fit of laughter.
“I have heard of dog hybrids doing that!” she covered her mouth again and Yunho desperately wanted to take her hands away to see what she looked like when she laughed; even though he knew it would still look both adorable and beautiful at the same time.
“Have you ever chased after a ball?” she was now fully facing him now, fingers scratching at her cup of herbal tea and nibbling at her already sore bottom lip.
“I did when I was a lot younger,” he admitted with a cheeky grin, “my friend Hongjoong had to literally tackle me to the floor to stop me and even though he’s tiny, he managed to do it,” he smiled at the memory and took a mental note to call Hongjoong later that day to catch up on things.
“I can’t imagine anybody taking you down,” it seemed she said this without meaning to and covered her mouth once more but this time in embarrassment, “I-I mean, you’re so tall and things,” she nervously giggled and scratched at her fluffy ears.
“Well, Hongjoong can do anything,” he pointed out and felt a sting of pride for his older friend, “even take down a giant,” he added and they both fell into playful banter, the weather no longer an issue and the sun seemingly not able to blind the Bat from the stunning man across from her.
The next time Yunho bumped into her, was when he was fully decked out in pyjamas and a big puffy coat; having run out of instant noodles for his dinner, he had decided to just pop down to the shop near his apartment building.
The winter night was bitterly cold but the sweet Bat hybrid was also doing a bit of late night shopping, which she quickly explained was actually her morning shopping if you took into account that she was normally a fully nocturnal person.
They spoke for so long that the shop owner, who had the heaviest bags under his eyes Yunho had ever seen, finally asked them to leave.
Only when they had said goodbye to each other did Yunho realise that he had forgotten both his noodles and to ask her what her name was.
“Yunho!” Wooyoung’s voice sang from the living room, making the retriever grunt from his bed, nice and toasty from the cold.
“Yunho, my little puppy!” his door was pushed open with reckless abandon and he was suddenly attacked by the younger male, straddling him with a wild grin on his attractive face.
“I had a late night, please,” Yunho mumbled trying to hide his smile as Wooyoung proceeded to nuzzle into him lovingly, behaviour that he did everywhere that made people believe they were a couple.
“And why was that, lover boy?” Wooyoung let out a loud laugh and sat back up so he could look down at his friend, “I’m aware you were speaking with your precious little batgirl, but you don’t have to turn nocturnal yourself,” he poked Yunho’s cheeks before smooching them with an over exaggerated MWAH leaving his lips.
“Okay, okay, get the hell off me,” Yunho laughed as the peacock let out another laugh and finally released him.
“Oh, and just saying,” Wooyoung stopped at the bedroom door, “your little batgirl goes to your Internet Café,” he looked over his shoulder at his now blushing friend.
“How do you know?”
“Yunho, she is a nocturnal hybrid and that’s rare to see in the daytime; she stands out quite a bit when she decides to be a daywalker,” Wooyoung then threw him a flirty playful smile, “you owe me a kiss,”
With a big eyeroll, Yunho threw his pillow at him.
In hindsight, having a crush on a purely nocturnal person probably wasn’t a good idea when your own biology was catered to being awake during the daytime.
But he was determined to get to know her, desperately wanted to see if there was any sort of hope for something to blossom between them.
Yawning behind his large hand, he flopped down on one of the chairs in the café and tapped into the system so he could try to calm his nerves by playing a game.
He was halfway through a dungeon mission when his eyes caught movement by the window he was sat at and quickly typed to his teammates that he’ll be right back.
His tail started to wag violently at the sight of her making her way to a computer in the far corner, not even noticing a very happy retriever but this was understandable as he also noticed the small guide stick, she was holding to help her avoid bumping into things.
He spotted her pulling a controller out of her bag and plugged it into the back of her computer and his lips spread out into a wide grin.
She played games!
It was something else that they had in common and he had to hold himself back from immediately running over to her to ask a hundred questions.
He un-paused his game and continued to lead the march through the virtual dungeons as a powerful wizard; maybe this will help him calm down a bit more before he would even think of going over to her.
It ended up working a little too well as he got immersed in the world he had been playing for years; a frustrated groan leaving him when he died for fifth time in one of the hardest dungeons in the game and he pulled at his fluffy ear out of habit to try and stop himself from yelling at the screen.
“Do you need any help?” he just about jumped out of his skin and grabbed the front of his chest, coughing at the quick intake of breath he just took which in turn made the adorable bat panic and hold onto his hand as if he was dying.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you!” she squeaked and patted his back as his coughing slowed down.
“You’re a ninja,” he commented as he finally stopped coughing, “I’m okay,” he added with a blush when he noticed she was still holding his hand.
“Sorry,” she smiled a bit and sat down next to him, controller in her other hand, “um…I heard you earlier getting annoyed,” she giggled slightly.
“Oh uh,” his ears must be on fire right now, “yeah, we’re having a bit of trouble with this dungeon,” he explained with a pout making his ears droop and the sight made the bat smile warmly.
“Well, I know the Elf class can heal the team a bit but I think you need a full-on healer,” she pointed out and then bashfully pressed buttons on her unplugged controller, “I wouldn’t mind helping you,” she whispered making his heart skip a beat as he took in how she seemed to shrink in her shyness.
“I’d love that,” he smiled before quickly adding, “what’s your name?”
And finally, he got his answer.
Wooyoung smiled as he watched Yunho on his computer, headset on and fingers tapping quickly on the keyboard as he barked orders at his teammates but then had a very soft voice when asking for a bit of healing.
It was quite funny to hear and Wooyoung was tempted to record him just so that he could then show Yunho the double standards he had.
“Are you okay? I have protect ready to go,” Yunho’s voice was soft again and Wooyoung snickered into his bubble tea, pizza in the other hand threatening to let melted cheese fall onto his jeans.
“I said right!” Yunho’s ‘Captain’ voice came out, a heavy sigh falling from his lips as it did so, “don’t go off on your own, we have sixteen levels left!”
Wooyoung rolled his eyes but looked over his shoulder to watch his friend have a battle with himself as he both tried to order and flirt at the same time.
“Do you have a shield ready for us?”
Quiet.
“If you need help, I’m right next to you,”
Wooyoung’s high pitched laughter finally came out and he fell back on the sofa, the actions and sound making Yunho nearly drop his mouse.
“Oh my god, you are so down bad,” Wooyoung cried covering his face to try and silence his laughter, but it didn’t work, especially when Yunho gave him a death glare as he tried to cover up the microphone.
“Yunho, is everything okay?” Y/Ns voice was laced with worry, and he smiled shyly even though nobody could see him apart from the peacock (he was convinced Wooyoung was also part Hyena) on the sofa, “should we pause?” she added, and her character even turned towards his.
“No, no, I’m okay,” he chuckled, “just a film my roommate is watching,”
A little laugh came from his teammates, but it was Y/Ns that made him want to melt into his chair.
Wooyoung was convinced he was going to get himself slapped around the head the moment Yunho got off the game; he quickly sent a text to his friend Changbin, grabbed his keys, boxed his pizza up and took it with him out of the apartment.
“My heal is on cooldown so be careful!” Y/N’s voice came through his headset, “I have aura-heal but that means you’ll have to be stuck to my side,” she muttered clearly displeased with the fact her team couldn’t move freely.
“It’s alright, Y/N, I have potions!” came a response from the archer, Mingi, “I can heal myself,”
“Me too!” the tank, Seonghwa added making his character wiggle around in a playful manner.
“I have potions too and if anybody goes down, I have revivals,” Yunho slumped back on his seat as they all waited for the long loading screens to finish.
“You have revivals?” Y/N gasped with excitement, "I haven’t learnt that spell yet, you legend!” she giggled and he returned his hands to the keyboard as the loading screen finally finished, a fluttery feeling in his chest as eh found he liked the fact that Y/N could rely on him; even if it was just in a game.
“Don’t compliment him too much, his ego will get even bigger,”
“Shut up, Mingi,”
It wasn’t long after having regular game nights, that Yunho finally worked up the courage to invite her to his apartment; mostly to hang out but to also meet Wooyoung.
The thought terrified Yunho, not because he didn’t want them to meet, but because he knew Wooyoung was going to tease him relentlessly.
He supposed it was a blessing that she was quite literally a creature of the night and therefore she would be there quite late, meaning Wooyoung would most likely be in his room trying to sleep.
“You’re going to wear the floor out,”
Yunho flinched at the sound of the peacock’s voice.
“What?”
Wooyoung snorted before looking to his strange alcoholic beverage, plastic umbrellas decorating the rim.
“You’re walking up and down in the same spot, I’m surprised you haven’t worn the floor out and said hello to our downstairs neighbours,” Wooyoung took a sip of the bright green liquid and almost purred at the taste.
“I don’t know how to calm down,” Yunho muttered and as if on cue, he began pacing up and down the hall again.
“Yuyu,” Wooyoung grabbed his friend’s bicep and forced him to stop, “if this woman is as nice as you go on about, then stop worrying, she’ll just be happy to spend time with you,” he explained with a much more serious expression than Yunho was used to, but he appreciated that Wooyoung was genuinely trying to help him.
“Have this,” he offered his toxic looking drink and Yunho pulled a worried face that made the peacock laugh, “relax, it’s Lime-Melon Soda,” he grinned, “it only has a small amount of alcohol because I must get up early tomorrow,”
Yunho chuckled before taking a cautious sniff, decided it was fine and then had a small mouthful.
“Not bad,” he giggled before shyly pulling the other man into a hug, “thanks Woo,” he felt his tail wagging and had to stop himself from rolling his eyes.
Damn thing always giving away how much he liked somebody.
“Just be calm around her, she’s a bat, right?”
Yunho nodded.
“So, she’s very aware of things around her,” Wooyoung then placed his hand on his own chest, “we gentle creatures are like that,”
This single comment sent Yunho into a fit of laughter with tears streaming down his face because out of all the words to describe his friend, gentle, would not be one of them.
“It wasn’t that funny!” Wooyoung shrieked before puffing his hair out of his face and walking into his room.
Once his laughter had finally stopped, he found himself staring right through the peephole to see if she was there yet almost jumping out of his skin when he realised that she was on the other side pacing just as he had been; clearly nervous herself.
“She’s here,” Yunho whispered before remembering that Wooyoung wasn’t beside him anymore.
He tried to focus on making sure that his tail wouldn’t wag when he heard her soft knocks on the door; taking a deep breath, he pulled the door open slowly to not startle her senses.
Her face practically lit up with both happiness and anxiety when they locked eyes.
“Come in, come in!” he ushered her inside and adjusted the heat in the apartment to making it slightly warmer.
If he was going to spend money on warming the place up, it was when Y/N was there.
“Wow is that your gaming area?” she gasped, and he couldn’t help but laugh when she practically hopped on her way to the set-up he had.
“Yeah, I have a set-up in my room as well,” he felt a little flustered admitting that he had a lot of gaming equipment but thankfully, she was also a very big gaming enthusiast.
“You’re so lucky, I can’t find the new Playstation anywhere,” she giggled and stroked the top of the machine, making Yunho flush as he thought about receiving a pet on the head from her.
“Well, he hunted it down,”
Both quickly turned to see Wooyoung peering out of his doorway at them with a knowing smirk on his lips.
“I’m Wooyoung, his roommate!” he explained and approached her with a slow pace.
“I’m Y/N, I’ve only heard you in the background when in games,” she admitted with a shy laugh.
“Because he’s a loudmouth,” Yunho commented and as if to prove his point, Wooyoun let out a shriek of denial.
“I’m the reasonable amount of volume, thank you very much, now I shall bid you good day,” he turned his nose up at them and strutted back to his room.
Y/N smiled up at Yunho once they were alone and he just about felt his heart plummet through his body as he realised why he had actually invited her.
“Um, would you like something to drink?” he stuttered and she nodded, fingers clutching her arm nervously.
“If you have anything blueberry flavoured,” she nibbled her lip as she walked towards the kitchen with him.
“I have a ramune,” he pulled it out of the fridge and handed it to her.
“Thank you!” she gasped and excitedly pressed the glass ball down to activate the drink, the bubbles jumping around her nose as she took a big gulp.
Yunho fixed himself an energy drink and they made themselves comfortable of the sofa, conversations about gaming and manga filling the air.
Both getting very expressive with their passion; Yunho was pretty sure that he’d never heard Y/N be this loud before.
“He was one of my first ever obsessions,” Y/N seemed surprised by her admission and buried her red face into the crook of her arm, “sorry, that was too much information,”
“Y/N, you seem to be forgetting that I have a poster of 2B from Nier on my wall,” he pointed out and nodded his head in the direction when she looked up.
“I guess we both enjoy pixel people,” Y/N snorted and took another gulp of her drink.
“Yeah, but having somebody real is good too,” Yunho chuckled and shuffled around on the sofa, so he was completely facing her.
“Yeah,” she agreed quietly and Yunho watching as several emotions washed over her face; her ears twitching in thought, “can I ask you something?”
“Of course,”
Y/N took a deep breath and locked eyes with him, making his breath catch in his throat.
“I don’t…” she paused, “I don’t know how to do this,” she laughed anxiously, “but I uh…” her eyes dropped from his and she almost seemed to curl into herself.
“Take your time,” Yunho encouraged as he heard his blood pump in his ears loudly.
“I really like you, Yunho,” she whispered with a shaky voice, “I don’t want to lose you as a friend though,” she added quickly, using her hair to try and cover her bashful expression.
Yunho all but started to choke on his own spit, causing Y/N to burst into panic and quickly rushed to get him a glass of cold water.
“Are you okay?!” she squeaked and handed him the glass, patting his back as he tried to get his breath back.
“M’fine,” he coughed and cleared his throat several times, hands shaking as he took a few sips of water, “I’m so, so fine,” he continued and gently pulled her down to his level, “I really like you too,” he finished with another clearing of his throat before pulling her towards him and gently kissing her.
Yunho’s large hands pulled her next to him on the sofa, where he then laid them on her waist and the back of her neck.
Y/N shivered as she tried to keep up with him, not experienced in these matters, but she practically beamed with pride when Yunho let out a small moan when her small fangs bit down on his bottom lip.
Her hands fixed either side of his neck, thumbs stroking the side of his face, an action that truly made Yunho feel treasured and it made his tail thump against the sofa; causing them both to start laughing into the kiss.
“Sorry, has a mind of it’s own,” Yunho grinned brightly when he noticed how out of breath she was.
“It’s cute,” she replied and brushed her fingers down it and took note of how Yunho sounded as if he was going to start choking again.
“Are we…” Yunho started as their lips met once again, “are we together now?” he groaned as Y/N’s arms threw themselves around his neck.
“I wouldn’t kiss anybody I wasn’t wanting a relationship with, silly pup,” she playfully bit his jaw, and it took everything in the dog hybrid to hold his hips from jerking upwards at the action.
“Good! Hopefully he’ll stop being a whining moron now!”
Y/N started to laugh again as Yunho let out a growl of annoyance and rested his head on the back of the sofa; the atmosphere changing in an instant.
Bat reader getting desperate for the resident scot
That asshole was fanning himself and putting on a show for any female! Spreading his delicious scent everywhere
It was just... your were the only one getting hot and bothered by that. At least only from smelling his delicious musk and not looking at what was basically a thirst trap
Glistening with sweat, mouth hanging open, fanning himself and using his excuse of a muscle shirt to wipe his face
And you were weak, so very weak
His booming voice and endless chatter could be counted as vocalization and your brain latched onto him like a leech
Ghost was snorting besides you, having seen you pine for weeks now
And with autumn coming closer he gave soap a few tips on bat behaviour
a/n: nerve pain is bad today so i gotta stay distracted at the dentist
