Mr. 2
[Oh my gosh, okay]
"Okama loooove~," he sang, swirling around the room in pirouettes. It was Sunday and that meant cleaning, but with Mr. 2 cleaning wasn’t just cleaning. When he started this task it usually turned into a full-blown musical number with lots of ballet-like dance sessions. He gracefully hopped into the table in the middle of the room, so he could reach the chandelier and began dusting it while his voice echoed through the room.
[I don’t even know…]








