#lee!abel

[scp999ticklemonster]

Let's pretend that Abel is not an NPC. (I have several theories about who he is, but it's too early to talk about it.)

I love drawing mannequins, mainly because I already have a mini mannequin and I can use references.

Unfortunately, there are very few such characters.

[tickl-luna]

The perfect gift~🩷

I couldn’t help myself, I crave tickle content of this sweet boy!🩷

Took me almost 10 hours, but so worth it to see Abel getting his shit wrecked! (>////<💕)

Of course this is my best drawing of him- I can’t even show anyone irl sob

Non-sharing yume!

(Tumblr shot the quality)

[ticklishashell]

Like Father, Like Son

Summary: Lute is still struggling with the loss of Adam, but when she stumbles upon a playful scene involving his son, she starts to see small traces of her commander in the blonde.

A little gift before reigning in 2026 this evening! I'm sorry it's shorter than my usual work, we had a sudden death in the family a few days ago, and I've been preparing for the funeral on top of juggling my usual workload. I hope you guys enjoy what I managed to come up with!

Warnings: Some canon-typical adult language, but that's pretty much it.

Word Count: 2,210 words.

His room still smelled like him.

Even with the wallpaper torn to shreds and shattered glass littering the floor, a trace of him hung in the air, greeting her tauntingly every time she stepped through those doors.

Cologne and something earthy, something uniquely his.

It would fade, too, with time. Eventually, all that would remain would be memories as the bedroom was handed off to someone new, remodeled and repaired until everything that reminded her of him was lost. She had argued, practically pleaded, that the space should be preserved, memorialized.

"Heaven is crowded enough as is, Lute. It wouldn't be practical when so many new souls are flooding in every day, in need of a home." Sera had replied. "Besides, surely Adam wouldn't have wanted his room turned into such a solemn place."

Bullshit. He would have wanted a golden statue dedicated in his honor, a funeral procession big enough to rival a king's, a museum of his accomplishments and contributions to be established.

Sera didn't know him at all, not the way she had.

Lute stared down at the sprawling city below, kicking a piece of broken glass through the gapping whole where the stained glass once stood. It tumbled through the air, sharp edges twinkling and refracting in the golden sunlight as it slowly disappeared from sight.

...

Nowhere was safe from her memories. Every street, every shop, brought another wave of devastation and bitterness crashing over her.

The little ice cream shop on the corner? They had went there together only a month prior, laughing about the shattered look on the princess's little face when they informed her that the exterminations would become more frequent.

The large stage erected in the center of the city? Adam had hosted weekly concerts there, playing his guitar for the masses while Lute watched dutifully from backstage, eyes constantly scanning for threats

The High Seraphim's tower? It had become like a second home with how much time they had spent there, planning attacks, discussing strategies, shit-talking his ex-wife and her little man-whore of a king.

Everywhere she looked, she saw flashes of him, little memories making her eyes burn with barely constrained tears.

Shaking her head, Lute ducked into the first shop she could find. Golden eyes flicked about, taking in her surroundings with disinterest. A little bookstore, filled to the brim with shelf after shelf, large armchairs shoved into the corners, and a little lamb winner smiling eagerly behind the checkout counter.

She could have stepped into a blank room, for all she cared. All that mattered was that Adam had never set foot there; this place held no sadness to consume her.

Numbly, Lute began to slowly browse the isles, glancing briefly over the various titles. Romances, cookbooks, gardening manuals, more romances. Nothing violent, nothing risqué. This was Heaven, after all.

'Look at all this shit; no wonder he didn't read.' Lute thought, scoffing as a particularly egregious title stood out to her. "Holly's Holiday Miracle," she murmured, shaking her head. Fucking ridiculous.

As she made her way further into the stacks, a low, hushed sound met her ears. Lute paused, brows furrowing. Voices, it was voices, whispering excitedly from a few shelves over. While she couldn't quite register what was being said, she could pick out at least three distinct cadences, all battling for dominance.

Silently, the exorcist slipped over to the next isle, ears straining as the words began to become clearer.

"Aaw, what's the matter? Having a hard time staying quiet?" One voice cooed, a clear playfulness in its tone.

"Yeah, is somebody too sensitive?" A second voice chimed in, this one lighter, higher in pitch.

Immediately, Lute recognized them both, frown deepening as a feeling of irritation bubbled up within her. Saint Peter and Emily; of course. All she wanted was to be alone, why did they have to turn up everywhere she went?! Her back pressed firmly against the bookshelf behind her, head cocking slightly as she continued to eavesdrop.

What were they going on about? Who were they talking to? Were they getting it on in the back of a bookstore? The fucking degenerates-

"Ehehehem, Peter! Wahahahait-"

Lute froze, eyes widening slightly. Abel, that was Abel's voice, clear as day despite the hushed, garbled tone. What the fuck was going on?

"Hey, Emily, check this out!" Peter whispered excitedly, the sound of clothes ruffling a soft, frantic begging erupting from the other side of the shelf.

"Nonono, Peheheter! Don't you-eheheheheheheeeeee!"

Was Abel...was he laughing?

Lute's body locked up at the sound. It was soft, so quiet it was barely there, but it was a laugh nonetheless. Not just a laugh, though...it was HIS laugh. Adam's laugh.

Sure, there were some differences. Adam's was loud, boisterous and gravely, able to fill a room with ease, whilest Abel's soft giggling was muffled and restrained. It was more high-pitched, too, more boyish. But the general spirit was there; the soft snorts interrupting his babbling pleas, the bounciness, the way it made her heart hammer.

That was all Adam.

She just couldn't help herself; slowly, carefully, Lute glanced around the corner, eyes widening at the sight before her.

Emily and Peter had Abel pressed against one of the shelves, boxing him in on both sides as their hands dug into his robes, probing fingers seeking out his sides and ribs as the blonde shook with barely-contained titters. Abel was biting down HARD on his lower lip, eyes squeezed shut as his wings tucked protectively against his torso (shit, Adam had done that, too).

"Guhuhuhuys, come on! S-Sohohohomeone's gonna hehehehear us!" Abel forced out, wheezing when Peter drilled into a soft just above his left hip.

"Then I guess you'd better keep quiet, then, huh?" Peter shot back, his expression the picture of mischief.

Emily rolled her eyes. "Come on, be nice!" She chided, her fingers scribbling across Abel's ribs as she cooed over the resulting squeal. "Don't worry, Abel, nobody ever comes in here, remember? You can giggle to your heart's content!"

Abel tossed his head back, resting it against the shelf as his cheeks turned a bright, embarrassed gold.

Father in Heaven, he looked so much like him. Lute's mind raced, her heart beating rapidly in her chest as she watched the blonde shake with laughter, frantically trying to quiet his growing mirth in his sleeve as his companions tickled him to pieces.

Lute couldn't look away.

It took all of her strength to pry herself away from the sight, quickly leaving the store before she acted foolishly. She wasn't supposed to see that, any of it, and yet it was burned into her mind, playing over and over again as she maneuvered down crowded sidewalks.

'He sounded so much like him...'

Shit, she needed a drink.

...

As the days drug on, Lute still couldn't banish that sound from her mind. It lingered there, taunting her, reminding her.

Every time it popped back up, she was immediately overwhelmed with emotions as memories rushed forward; her pinning Adam against a wall, clawed hands digging into his stomach as he hurled death threats and pleas between wails, her holding him down and preening his wings as he shook with embarrassed titters, her counting his ribs over and over again just to watch him fall apart as she "miscounted" and began anew (they were both well aware he only had twenty-three, rather than the usual twenty-four).

She had to do something, it was driving her mad! She couldn't even LOOK at her new "commander" (she still refused to call him by the title; Abel was not, and never would be, HIM) without the overwhelming desire to make him make that lovely sound again bubbling back up.

But she wouldn't; she COULDN'T do such a thing. Adam had been different, special. They had something special. She couldn't just GO UP to the blonde and start...she couldn't...

...

Her resolve broke three days later.

While the exterminations were effectively canceled for the foreseeable future, a decision that still made rage burn within her, it was decided that Heaven's defenses needed to be rediscussed and updated after the most recent uprising. Sera had attended the first half-hour of the meeting, laying out what she and the other high angels wished to see, before leaving to give her and Abel time to create a plan of action.

She had to hand it to him, while Abel was a spineless coward, he turned out to be quite the pragmatic thinker when it came to defensive strategy. Within only minutes of busting out the map detailing Heaven's layout and borders, he had been able to point out numerous potential weak points, circling each in red ink as he rambled on and on about potential solutions.

He was no fighter, but he wasn't a complete fool.

Lute hadn't been planning on giving in to her...intrusive thoughts. She thought she was doing a decent job at quashing the nagging, sentimental little part of her that SCREAMED to get its claws on the blonde. But then, Abel had lifted his arm over his head, moving to gesture at another section of the map, and something snapped.

"See, we could have them reinforce the gates with their-shihihhihihihit!" Abel's words were interrupted by a loud squeak, arm snapping down to his side. His eyes went wide, shooting down to glance at the golden claws curling into his side, then up to meet his lieutenant's intense gaze. "Uhuhum, Lute, what are you doing?"

The woman's gaze sharpened, her frown morphing into a small smirk. "Seems you did take after him after all."

"Whahat are you-nehehehehehehahahahaha! N-Nohohohoho, Lute, hohohohold on!" Abel busted into a fresh wave of giggles as the hand camp to life, squeezing rapidly at the fleshy side her free arm moved forward, cornering him between herself and the table.

Lute chuckled. "Not even going to try holding it in?" She taunted, claws squeezing up and down, up and down, running from just above the hip to below the ribcage. "Are you that weak, or do you just enjoy it that much?"

"Why?! Why ahahahahahare you dohohohoing thihihihihihis?" Abel cried out, adorable giggles tumbling past his lips uncontrollably as he floundered to grab her wrists, missing every time as they dipped just out of reach.

Why? She wasn't even sure herself. "Less talking, more laughing." She replied, moving up to scribble experimentally over the blonde's ribs. His laughter increased in pitch, taking on a whiny, flustered note. "Just look at you; I'm barely even touching you and you're losing it."

Abel jerked, blush deepening as a little snort ripped out of him.

Lute hummed, a devilish glint entering in her eye. "You know, Adam only had twenty-three ribs; what about you?"

That caught his attention. "Nohohohoho, Luhuhute! Dohohohohon't you dare!" He shook his head feverishly. "Twehehenty-four! I hahahahave twehehenty-four! No need to cohohohohount!"

"I never said anything about counting them, but since you brought it up, we'd better check, just to make sure."

"Noooooohohohohohohohooooo!"

Lute's claws set to work, scratching between each rib two at a time, slowly working their way higher and higher. "Two, four, six, eight, ten..."

Poor Abel was beside himself, squirming from foot to foot as he tried to dance away from the ticklish assault. "Gehehet awahahahay! Yohohou suck so muhuhuhuhuch!" He giggled. "Luuuuhuhuhuhuhute!"

"Shit, all that noise made me lose count. Guess I'll need to start over..."

Oh, the look on his face was priceless, eyes practically popping out of his skull as he WAILED out giggly protests. It seemed he was just as susceptible to her little game as Adam had been; maybe even more so.

It took three rounds of "counting" to get through all twenty-four, and by the time her claws slowed to a barely-there crawl, Abel was barely standing, knees wobbling as he shook with residual titters.

"Ohohoho Fahahahather in Heaven, you are so mehehehean!" The blonde pouted.

Lute's smirk widened. "That was just the warm-up."

"W-Warm up?!"

...

Over the next several weeks, it had become a regular occurrence for Abel to find himself being tickled within an inch of his life whenever Lute was in the room. It was never around others, only when they were alone, and never for more than a few minutes at a time.

But damn, was it flustering!

Scribbles to the ribs, squeezes to the hips, claws VIBRATING into his stomach until he thought he was going to go mad. It sent Abel's head spinning; she'd never been this way before, barely even gave him a passing glance, but now? Now she loomed like a specter, awaiting her next opportunity to pounce and reduce him to giggly, snorty tears.

Not that he minded, of course! It was still fun, even if it could be...a lot, at times, and he certainly preferred this side to her to her more abrasive, angry moods. But what had brought it on? Why the sudden shift? Had Abel finally managed to work his way onto her good side? No, surely not.

The blonde shook his head, letting out an exasperated sigh as he fell back onto his head, running a hand through his hair.

"Man, I wish dad were here. He knew her better than anyone else..."

[fallofsirius]

Hi! Idk if anyone has requested this or not, but do you have any lee/ler headcanons for Abel?

LEE VS LER Abel HCs

Note : ABEL MY SHAYLA MY BRAVER SON

Another note : hello!! yes Ive got a few hcs in mind, at least for now! May have more in the future.

LEE Abel:

- hear me out on the main reason Abel gets his shit wrecked is how often he compares himself to his brother.

- like clearly you are better stfu.

- THE lee to be flustered enough to keep his face covered at all times.

- also he's too nice for his own good to the point he's unable to push the ler off- He just takes it!

- Abel's opinion abt tickling changed overtime, at the start he quite hated it. Why? Adam used it to mock him for being weak (Lute also ambushed him once for the same reason). But with time he grew to like it when it happened in his closer circle of friends.

- his worst spots are his tummy and knees in my opinion.

- AND WINGS OBV.

- honorable mention : the inner side of his arms.

- I feel like Abel's laugh would be pretty funny, like the complete opposite of how awkward he sounds when he talks.

- cannot handle teases for SHIT, he'll be 10% closer to crash out every time you say smth.

- I think the way he recovers does not include complaining or saying anything, he just lays on the floor and reflects on life😭

LER Abel:

- the nicest ler known to mankind, like I said HE'S TOO NICE TO BE A MEAN LER!!

- he is so so gentle and careful with anything he does he wouldn't dare crossing any limits of the lee.

- he will get playful at times but still takes communication very seriously.

- will stop at the first 'no' he hears, if you want him to keep going you'll have to convince him you're 200% fine.

- wouldn't dare to pin his lee down by force in most cases.

- but come on can you say no to that face? You just need to stay still and take it, no biggie!

- can't tease just as much he can't handle being teased.

- smth tells me he uses his wings quite often.

That's all for now, thank you for being here~

[shadow-says-hello]

Hey! I decided to write for Hazbin today; specifically Abel. I think he’s so cute! I liked the headcanons people had of Adam having ticklish wings so I figured I’d give them to Abel too. I don’t know if a fic like this has been written already; but here’s mine:

TICKLISH ABEL YAYYY (ALSO THIS IS NOTTTT A SHIP I DONT SHIP THESE 2 THIS IS JS A PLATONIC FRIENDSHIP AND WILL BE ADDRESSED AS SUCH!!!) (this is lee abel ler emily!)

Sorry if it looks wonky or something I originally wrote this on Google Docs then transferred it to my notes app the decided to put it on my tumblr 🥲

also by the way- we discuss certain parts of Abel’s wings being touched in this fic so here’s a little diagram for reference: 

“Preening”

Summary: Emily wants to groom Abel’s wings after the ordeal and she soon discovers something about him (I hope I got the storyline correct?? There’s some details I don’t rlly remember from the end of season 2 sorryyy)

After Vox previously almost destroying both hell and heaven, it definitely took a lot to clean up after him.

Thankfully, both realms were restored (though they only had minor damages) and all the inhabitants were okay, and alive…in which Emily couldn’t have been happier that one of her best friends, Charlie, continued her dream of running the Hazbin Hotel, and without Vox being a petty little piece of shit and trying to ruin it (for now).

Emily was living happily in heaven, surrounded by some of her BEST friends, being Adam’s son, Abel, St. Peter, her big sister, Sera, and Sir Pentious- who had joined heaven recently, all thanks to being redeemed through Charlie’s hotel.

Heaven was usually never boring, the angels always had new ways to entertain themselves, and always were typically occupied with something to do. 

For example:

St. Peter was busy guarding the pearly gates of heaven.

Sir Pentious was playing with the NEW golden egg bois, which had brought him SO much joy after Emily made them for him, since he couldn’t really see his other ones who were alive, but living in hell. 

Sera was doing her usual work- reading over and signing paperwork to maintain further order and enforce peace between the realms- she was even more driven to watch over and protect heaven, after what Vox did (or tried to do, seeing as he was unsuccessful). Emily wanted so badly to pester and mess around with her big sister right now, but she knew how Sera could get when she was really focused.

It was best to let her be for now, until she was done.

Emily still had thousands of others in heaven to interact with. 

So, she decided that today, she’d spend the day with one of the best angels she knew- ABEL!

They had such a good friendship- often dancing around the clouds together, watching the stars, flying all around heaven, playing little games, and singing. 

Emily began searching for her friend. 

Which took no more than 5 seconds.

“HI ABEL!” She beamed, flying right into the blonde’s room, causing him to jump and shriek at her sudden, abrupt, and unannounced presence.

“EMILY! Gosh, you scared me!” But nonetheless, Abel sprang right up out of his seat and rushed to greet her with a hug. “How have you been after the whole…ordeal??”

“I’ve been just fine, Abel! My sister Sera’s been so wound up, but it’s over now, so I don’t think she should worry anymore!” Emily chuckled, taking in the sight of her friend, noticing something about him- his wings were slightly misaligned.

“Uh, Abel?”

“Yeah?”

“When’s the last time you preened your wings?”

“Uh, I don’t know. I don’t think I have since the situation. I just thought they’d fix themselves eventually.”

“IT’S BEEN THAT LONG?!!” Emily’s eyes widened. She was exaggerating just a bit- the Vox incident wasn’t even that long ago at all. 

“Uh, yeah?” Abel raised an eyebrow.

“You realize after, like, big surges of energy, like, um…almost reality-ending ones…wings sometimes need a bit of some help resetting.” Emily smiled sympathetically.

“I don’t get it.” Abel said. “What’re you saying…?”

Emily spoke, somewhat reassuringly. “I’m not saying anything serious! Just proposing some manual preening- y’know, so they don’t itch or shed later.”

“Manual?” Abel questioned.

Emily clapped her hands together and grinned, almost as if she was getting excited to help him out. “I can do it for you! I’ve helped tons of angels with this. It’ll be relaxing, I promise!!”

“Well, okay!”

Emily guided Abel to sit down on a chair, gently unfolding one of his wings to extend it. Abel sat patiently, waiting for Emily to work her magic. 

At first, Abel remained unbothered and didn't think much of the situation- that was until Emily brushed her fingers against the edge of his wing, where the coverts were.

That was when Abel realized that he maybe should’ve asked her more questions before she began this process…

“Okay- no biggie…that’s just…one spot.” Abel thought…trying to gaslight himself into thinking it wouldn’t turn him into a squirmy mess…

He was wrong.

Emily carefully began prodding the next set of feathers below- the primary coverts. And she was very intricate with it too…delicate like an angel, she made sure to really get in between the areas where the feathers met the bone of Abel’s golden wings.

Abel literally couldn’t hold his wings still- they began twitching like CRAZY. Abel covered his mouth with his hand, just in case he let out a snort…

The twitches of his wings caught Emily by surprise. 

“Something wrong?” 

Abel snapped his head up, his eyes meeting Emily’s. “What? No, no! Just, can’t keep them still when they’re being held out for long periods of time, y’know?”

“Ah, gotcha! I can help with that!” Emily then casted a small forcefield of magic around Abel’s wing- holding the wing up still…and Abel couldn’t bring it down. Abel, now fully aware of this, widened his eyes and looked right back down to avoid Emily’s gaze. He really wasn’t surviving this now.

Emily went back in, running her fingers through the soft feathers of Abel’s wings. This really did it for Abel, and he began to eagerly tap his foot and his other wing began twitching.

This didn’t go unnoticed by Emily either…

“Abel, is there something you’re not telling me???!” Emily asked again.

“No, I want you to continue!!” Abel bit his lip and shut his eyes.

“If you want me to continue, then why are you shivering so much!?” 

“Because-!”

“Abel, don’t lie! Angels can’t lie!” Emily smirked, seeing her friend’s flushed response. She began scratching her nails harder into the feathers of his wings.

Abel burst into giggles, flapping his other wing furiously. “It tickles, Emily!!!” 

“HA! I knew it!” Emily laughed triumphantly. “Okay, okay. Seriously, though, Abel! I can’t let you go around with your wings all messy!! Just let me continue, I’ll actually be gentle this time.”

“But that’ll make it worse!!” 

“Uh- well…I’ll try my best so it won’t be!”

“Fine…” 

The female continued to preen his wings, now moving dangerously close to the scapulars…which was only inches away from the pits of Abel’s wings. And this was the most sensitive spot on just about any angel…Abel began twitching just like he did before. 

Emily just rolled her eyes playfully. “Alright, hold still…you can’t expect your feathers to fix themselves if you keep twitching like that!”

“I am not twitching!” Abel protested immediately, his wings flaring and shaking on instinct before he could even stop them. “You’re literally trying to get into the worst spots!”

“Worst spots? Oh? Worst as in ruffled up, or worst as in ticklish?” Emily teased.

“Emily.” Abel shot her a glare, still fighting back his own laughter. His face was tinged pink.

“I think that’s a yes to the second option!” Emily said, cheerfully. Emily was loving this. And she could tell Abel was having fun, too. After all, angels do get very picky about who is allowed to touch their wings and who isn’t.

Emily scooted closer, her tone gentle and sing songy as she resumed the grooming, her fingers entering the area right where the wing met Abel’s lower back. 

Abel would’ve died right there. 

“AH! EMILY!”

“What? I just need to make sure I get every spot…” Emily paused her fingers right in the area.

“Oh!….Emily….” Abel was sent in a slight panic, he knew this was going to tickle.

The other angel only smiled…mischievously, too. When Abel caught this, Emily switched tactics, using feather-light strokes now. 

“Y’know, I think I know a good spot that’ll really ruffle your feathers…”

Emily’s fingertips were now scribbling mercilessly into Abel’s wing-pits.

And Abel lost his composure completely. He burst into giggles, flapping his wings eagerly and trying to squirm away from Emily. Emily only giggled along with him, finding immense joy in her ability to get the boy to laugh this much, she made sure to squeeze at his sides while also attacking his wing-pits, and Abel was in pure enlightenment. 

Emily knew he could be sensitive, but to be at this level of ticklishness and to be the new ‘leader of the executioners’? 

Oh, he wouldn’t last at all. 

The ENDD

Okay this was SHORT but I’m writing this when I should’ve been studying for finals cause i am a sucker for lee abel and i wanted to write an abel fic for a while now but wasn’t ABEL (able, haha pun intended) tooooo cause i have too much test anxiety, ts was my coping mechanism.. I’m actually kinda happy w it its about time i did wholesome stuffs and i think these 2 r perfect cause theyre LITERAL ANGELS

Edit: yes I was too shy to put this in the hellaverse community

[vivii-enne]

Abel headcannons? :3 (Hazbin)

Abel tickle hcs !!

LEE

abel is like… stupidly ticklish for someone who stands there looking all holy and majestic 😭

he has that “oh?? what is this??” confused little smile the SECOND someone pokes him

his worst spot is his lower ribs. you touch him there, he folds IMMEDIATELY

laugh? ADORABLE. soft at first, then gets all breathy and giggly when he really loses it

he tries SO hard to be polite while laughing

wings? SUPER sensitive. you brush the feathers and he instantly squeaks

he does that little “grabs-your-wrist-but-gently” thing trying to stop you but he’s laughing way too hard to be threatening

afterwards he’s like “that was… unexpectedly delightful,” with the biggest blush ever 😭

he literally giggles for like 20 seconds after because he can’t stop

if someone teases him for being ticklish, he hides his face in his sleeves like a flustered puppy

LER

The most gentle menace ever. He doesn’t even tickle hard, he’s just so precise

he’ll do little soft pokes like “oh? is this spot sensitive?” while smiling all pure

teases you so sweetly it’s evil like “aww, you’re laughing already~?” 😭

Doesn’t chase you, he just walks calmly toward you while you freak out

uses ONE finger sometimes just to prove he can make you laugh with minimal effort

if you’re squirming too much, he just goes, “hold still, dear,” in the softest voice

he’ll literally hum while tickling you, like this is just a normal hobby for him

best aftercare, bros getting u snacks, water, or js chilling there afterwards w u

BUT the moment you're okay again, he’s like “should we continue? :)”

that innocent smile the whole time makes it 10x worse 😭

srry if these suck im so sick rn :(

[thecheesiestler]

TADC EP 7 SPOILERS!! ⚠️

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So like, Abel would absolutely get ganged up on if Caine had left him in that button room at the end of the episode, right? Like they can't hurt an NPC, sooo 👀

[lee-leaning-switch-abel]

INTRO POST:

Hey, this is an Abel tkl roleplay blog!~

I'm open to character blogs AND ocs, just please no NSFW designs being sent or situations. SFW only!

I prefer lee, but I'm perfectly fine being a ler as well, or a switch if requested.

Ask anytime on my blog! Always available! This is from Britain, tho, so time zones may be different!

Bye Abelings ✨️✨️✨️✌️✌️✌️🩷🩷🩷