Sabo brainrot n#2
As I am flying back to my beloved country today, I am having a Sabo moment while trying to write at the airport, cradled by the melodious screams of babies, so here have some thoughts.
Imagine flying with Sabo, and him holding the suitcases for you because they’re too heavy. Like you’re about to pick them up and he just gestures to you and says “Oh don’t worry, I’ll take care of that, love.”
If you are too stressed about taking the plane he subtly squeezes your hand, or brings you a little closer to him.
Honestly, I would just die.









