hand over number 10 i am BEGGING
“Oh, darling, careful now. Don’t need you fallin’ head over heels for me~” The pink cookie teased, giggling a little to himself as he watched your reaction from behind his spot at the front counter before being elbowed in the side by none other than his little sister to get on with it and, instead of glaring down at her, he pushed on with that charming smile. “I’m Bubblegum Cupcake but, please, call me Bubbles. I’m eighteen years old, use he/him pronouns, and I’m biromantic but, honestly, I don’t think I care about labeling that anymore-” he admitted with a casual shrug, kicking his feet against the hard wood of the counter. “Umm, I’m very charming, suave, a little flirty and bubbly. Living my best life like the king I am - Oh! Um, if you couldn’t tell already by my heart everything, my taste is very lovecore which I feel is totally underrated-” ‘Bubbles’ rambled, going on and on about how much he loved looking like a hopeless romantic up until a customer came in, saving you from a possible five hour lecture about why some cheap romance novel could never capture ‘true romance’.
