“Is that like a nickname or something?” Snotlout’s lying back on the couch, tossing a box of tissues up in the air and catching it. He tries to lean up on his elbow, but it must hurt his stitches because he falls back again, the box hitting him in the face. “Because it’s stupid, and I hate it.” I lived for that moment...LIVED!!
He’s so stupid and I love him so much and also I’d die for him and he has carried this entire story on his brawny, stripper-like shoulders.
Also, writing this cracked me up and I’m so glad you noticed it!!













