Sep 8, 2020
“ don’t fight here! you’ll ruin the flowers! ” from tucker
final fantasy . accepting .
“WHO FUCKIN’ CARES?” Mark shot back, the essence of his aggravation elevated in the response. And yet, he hasn’t even looked over, in defense that his aggressor may attack while he’s not looking. Mark’s fists clenched deeper at his sides, REVVING to charge forward and tackle his target. Nature could wait while adolescents were at war.