Slurred words uwu
Send “slurred words” to hear my muse describe yours whilst ridiculously drunk.
“Okay, so there’s a monster in my bed, and his name is Cam, and I invited him there, and he’s wearing a hunter right now, and oh man, I’m a bad, bad hunter. I am the worst, but he is the best. No matter what host, his smile is the biggest and the brightest, and he’s sweet and innocent, and I can’t wait for the next adventure. A little too overprotective and a little naive, and yet...”
She fell into a fit of giggles before sitting up a little straighter.
“I love him. I love my little mess. Angry little brollachan. Warm little brollachan. The world doesn’t understand, and that’s okay. Have you seen him smile? See him smile, see him laugh, he just makes me happy, and the world is so angry about it, but we’re young, and it’s okay. Until he breaks my heart...until he breaks my heart or my spine, we’re going to live like we’re lovestruck teenagers.”
