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@verymoistguy12212
Hi! Hey everyone! The team was setting up all these blogs- And I wanted to set one up too! I know I'm not- Not exactly everyone's favourite, but I'm part of the Z-team, and that's-! Yeah, so, uh... Go Z-team- Dream- Dream Z-team!
//Hey guys, what's up? You all know the drill by now, surely. I'm up for any ask, just so long as you're not homophobic, racist, sexist, abelist, or any other hateful shit. Nsfw is okay with me, personally. Yall have fun now! :]
If you locked in could you flood the whole world and make everyone drown?
P-Probably not... I- Wouldn't want to! People- T-They'd get killed!
I have been refering to you as wetwipe affectionately but i will stop if it makes you sad :(
No- It's okay...! I mean- Y-You're not trying to be- Mean about it, r-right? It's fine for endearment, I gue-guess!
Everytime I see s winner dog I just cry laugh
No idea why, just wanted to share.
Winner... D-Do you mean weiner...? T-The dachshund? I- Mean, yeah, they- Do look pr-pretty ridiculous...
*hands you a cute shark stuffed animal (also ot is waterproof)*
Aww! I-I'll name h-him Jeffery! He's so c-cute!
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┊ ┊ ┊ ♡ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ˚ ♡ ┊ ┊ ♡ ⋆ + ♡ ⋆ ┊ . + ♡
The ballroom pulsed with an almost blinding effervescence, an extravagant spectacle where music, a soaring orchestral waltz interwoven with modern, upbeat pop, vibrated through the very floorboards.
Heroes, resplendent in their finest formal wear, and their equally dazzling guests, a kaleidoscope of capes, gowns, and custom-tailored suits, mingled like exotic birds in an aviary.
Laughter, bright and brittle, chimed over the clinking of crystal glasses filled with sparkling, ruby-red punch, its fruity sweetness a stark contrast to the whispered secrets and boisterous greetings that filled the air. Silly, heartfelt gifts, from miniature hero figurines to intricately folded letters, were exchanged, each one a tiny testament to the spirit of the occasion.
Everywhere, roses bloomed in wild profusion – cascades of crimson, blush pink, and creamy white blossoms draped from chandeliers, twined around pillars, and formed fragrant centerpieces on every polished table.
Their intoxicatingly sweet, slightly cloying aroma, a thick, velvety curtain, hung heavy in the air, a scent almost too rich, too perfect.
Richard, however, found it all… quaint. Sweet, even, in a way that felt almost aggressively cheerful.
But beneath his composed exterior, a familiar ache, a raw and wounded heart, stirred with its own reservations about the evening’s forced gaiety. He instinctively smoothed the rich fabric of his corseted suit, the material an almost liquid velvet that caught the light, emphasizing the tasteful heart-shaped cutout at his back, framed by delicate, silver-thread embroidered hearts.
Tiny, gleaming strawberry-shaped stud earrings, a playful touch insisted upon by a mischievous friend, peeked from beneath his dark snow speckled hair, while his gloved hands, each with a subtle, embossed heart on the palm, felt oddly empty.
With a practiced ease born of countless public appearances, he navigated the dense throng, offering polite, almost automatic smiles to the faces that flashed past.
The air grew thick with perfume and the warmth of too many bodies, and he felt an almost desperate need for air. He pushed his way through the final cluster of revelers, the murmur of conversation fading as he reached the grand, ornate double doors, their heavy brass handles cool beneath his gloved fingers.
Stepping out onto the expansive, chill-kissed terrace, the crisp night air was a welcome shock against his cool skin. From an inner pocket, he retrieved the single, slender cigarette he permitted himself on such occasions, its pristine white paper a stark contrast to his plush lips.
With a quiet click, a small, elegant silver lighter flared to life, casting a fleeting, orange glow on his sharp features as he inhaled deeply, the acrid, comforting bite of tobacco filling his lungs.
Valentine’s Day, with its relentless insistence on connection and romance, had always been a particularly gloomy reminder for him, a stark mirror reflecting his own persistent solitude. He wasn't particularly hopeful of finding a companion to share its bittersweet weight tonight, the cynicism a well-worn shield, but even so… a small, foolish part of him, a tiny ember of longing, still wondered…
Would someone arrive?જ⁀➴ ♡
Herman was nervous. Of course he was. He was probably the most accident prone man in the entirety of SDN, and in such a crowded place, with all these people he could slip up, or wet by accident had him practically trembling in his shoes... But he most certainly wasn't going to miss this for the world. He takes a deep breath before moving through the crowds, leaving little wet footprints in his wake, looking for the same person who had invited him here to begin with...
After a good deal of, 'Sorry's, 'Excuse me's, and 'Coming through's, he had made his way through a bustling crowd of lovey-dovey nonsense, closer to the large ornate double doors that he'd seen someone rather cold duck through just a few moments prior... He wasn't really as pulled into the general greetings of guests, or mingling for that matter... Sure, he helped the Z-Team, but he wasn't exactly their greatest hit with news outlets or the general public for that matter, only needing to dispense a few kind words and smile for a few photos with his teammates...
As he approached the door, and traced his hand across the brass handles, his gloves momentarily stuck onto the freezing metal, frost clinging to his fingertips... Yeah. He's here alright.
Waterboy pulled at the doors, making his way out onto the frosted terrace, having to cling at the wood for a few moments to make sure he wouldn't slip and fall on his ass, making his way slowly towards Richard, two soaked red roses in hand...
"You, uh... Y-You look- Lovely... Tonight, ahah..."
He momentarily paused at the small voice that reached his senses, turning on his heel to see those two hopeful eyes staring right at him, a sea of of blue and yellow standing nervously in the most endearing way.
“Herman..” He chuckled softly, giving a tiny bow as he gingerly took their hand with gloved hands to press a kiss to the knuckles, leaving a tiny bloom of frost in his wake. “You look rather handsome. Love the pendant.”
"I could- Say the s-same thing to- You... I like your earrings..."
Herman blushes, breath hitching slightly as he feels the icy imprint of a kiss crystalizing on his hand, before holding out his own greeting gift... The poor rose is soaked beyond words, but it still looks so red and vibrant...
"Some- Someo- A l-little birdie... Told me you- That you'd like one...? I have one i-in the same... We- We can match...!"
He smiles, already putting his own rose into his breast pocket...
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𝚂𝙳𝙽’𝚜 𝚅𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎’𝚜 𝙶𝚊𝚕𝚊 ~𝚁𝙿 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛: 𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚁𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚎જ⁀➴ ♡ ════════════════════════════
┊ ┊ ┊ ♡ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ˚ ♡ ┊ ┊ ♡ ⋆ + ♡ ⋆ ┊ . + ♡
The ballroom pulsed with an almost blinding effervescence, an extravagant spectacle where music, a soaring orchestral waltz interwoven with modern, upbeat pop, vibrated through the very floorboards.
Heroes, resplendent in their finest formal wear, and their equally dazzling guests, a kaleidoscope of capes, gowns, and custom-tailored suits, mingled like exotic birds in an aviary.
Laughter, bright and brittle, chimed over the clinking of crystal glasses filled with sparkling, ruby-red punch, its fruity sweetness a stark contrast to the whispered secrets and boisterous greetings that filled the air. Silly, heartfelt gifts, from miniature hero figurines to intricately folded letters, were exchanged, each one a tiny testament to the spirit of the occasion.
Everywhere, roses bloomed in wild profusion – cascades of crimson, blush pink, and creamy white blossoms draped from chandeliers, twined around pillars, and formed fragrant centerpieces on every polished table.
Their intoxicatingly sweet, slightly cloying aroma, a thick, velvety curtain, hung heavy in the air, a scent almost too rich, too perfect.
Richard, however, found it all… quaint. Sweet, even, in a way that felt almost aggressively cheerful.
But beneath his composed exterior, a familiar ache, a raw and wounded heart, stirred with its own reservations about the evening’s forced gaiety. He instinctively smoothed the rich fabric of his corseted suit, the material an almost liquid velvet that caught the light, emphasizing the tasteful heart-shaped cutout at his back, framed by delicate, silver-thread embroidered hearts.
Tiny, gleaming strawberry-shaped stud earrings, a playful touch insisted upon by a mischievous friend, peeked from beneath his dark snow speckled hair, while his gloved hands, each with a subtle, embossed heart on the palm, felt oddly empty.
With a practiced ease born of countless public appearances, he navigated the dense throng, offering polite, almost automatic smiles to the faces that flashed past.
The air grew thick with perfume and the warmth of too many bodies, and he felt an almost desperate need for air. He pushed his way through the final cluster of revelers, the murmur of conversation fading as he reached the grand, ornate double doors, their heavy brass handles cool beneath his gloved fingers.
Stepping out onto the expansive, chill-kissed terrace, the crisp night air was a welcome shock against his cool skin. From an inner pocket, he retrieved the single, slender cigarette he permitted himself on such occasions, its pristine white paper a stark contrast to his plush lips.
With a quiet click, a small, elegant silver lighter flared to life, casting a fleeting, orange glow on his sharp features as he inhaled deeply, the acrid, comforting bite of tobacco filling his lungs.
Valentine’s Day, with its relentless insistence on connection and romance, had always been a particularly gloomy reminder for him, a stark mirror reflecting his own persistent solitude. He wasn't particularly hopeful of finding a companion to share its bittersweet weight tonight, the cynicism a well-worn shield, but even so… a small, foolish part of him, a tiny ember of longing, still wondered…
Would someone arrive?જ⁀➴ ♡
Herman was nervous. Of course he was. He was probably the most accident prone man in the entirety of SDN, and in such a crowded place, with all these people he could slip up, or wet by accident had him practically trembling in his shoes... But he most certainly wasn't going to miss this for the world. He takes a deep breath before moving through the crowds, leaving little wet footprints in his wake, looking for the same person who had invited him here to begin with...
After a good deal of, 'Sorry's, 'Excuse me's, and 'Coming through's, he had made his way through a bustling crowd of lovey-dovey nonsense, closer to the large ornate double doors that he'd seen someone rather cold duck through just a few moments prior... He wasn't really as pulled into the general greetings of guests, or mingling for that matter... Sure, he helped the Z-Team, but he wasn't exactly their greatest hit with news outlets or the general public for that matter, only needing to dispense a few kind words and smile for a few photos with his teammates...
As he approached the door, and traced his hand across the brass handles, his gloves momentarily stuck onto the freezing metal, frost clinging to his fingertips... Yeah. He's here alright.
Waterboy pulled at the doors, making his way out onto the frosted terrace, having to cling at the wood for a few moments to make sure he wouldn't slip and fall on his ass, making his way slowly towards Richard, two soaked red roses in hand...
"You, uh... Y-You look- Lovely... Tonight, ahah..."
I left for a day.. WHO ARE YOU GOING ON A DATE WITH!?
Oh- Well, it's not- Really- I mean, o-only if he wants it to be! It's F-F-Frostbite...!
*Gives you two roses.* For you and your possible date? :>
Thanks! I'll be- Sure to give it t-to him...!
Gonna eat you up my lord
Ple- Please- Don't! I'd like to m-make it to the gala unsc- Unharmed!
MY LORD YOU ARE SMEXY
T-Tha-Thank you! I- I try my best, ahah...!
New profile- Pic! It's me, a-all rea-ready for the Gala...! Can't- Cannot wait, ahah...!
//And a VERY BIG THANK YOU to @buggiebeetleart for making this! Please go and check their work out if you haven't already, they are amazing!
He brought a slim, menthol cigarette to his mouth, the paper dry and brittle against his plush lips. The first drag was harsh, a necessary shock against the warm, balmy air. He was planted firmly on the smooth pavement outside the doors of the Torrance SDN branch, parking lot’s lights just about turning on, shining their bright lights down.
A dense plume of grey smoke immediately dissipated into the air, mingling with the heavy, snowflakes that drifted lazily down around Frostbite. He stood still, waiting specifically for the other. A cynical part of him wondered if they would even show at all. He wondered why he even invited him for a drink. It was like the words came out before he could think, was it pity? Or trying to extend an olive branch? Genuine interest?
They did have a reputation for skittishness after all, could have lost their nerve on a dime, not that he could blame them that harshly. He was tempted to leave, looking at how far the sun was setting, showing him how much time he was patient for.
@frosted-hero
Luckily for Frostbite, he wouldn't have to wait much longer. Herman was cowardly, sure, terrified of interacting with anyone, but he wasn't one to duck out of a social interaction, even if it did scare the living shit out of him.
He's heard long before he's seen, waterlogged crocs squelching softly across the pavement as he finally gained the confidence to walk up to the frosted hero himself... He's wearing something far more casual and less flashy compared to the bright yellow and cyan wetsuit he's normally seen in on patrol, now sporting a soaked black jumper and grey shirt, with the words, "Death Cab for Cutie," practically plastered all over them, as well as some denim shorts.
"Hey, uh- Y- I- Thank you, for stay- Waiting... For me... Didn't really- Want to go out i-in work clothes-"
Herman mumbles under his breath again, before holding up a small bouquet of flowers, all a mix of blue. Forget-me-nots, bluebells, cornflowers, and hydrangeas.
"They're, uh... F-For you... I- Tried to keep them safe- Watered through the day, but, uh- They m-might need a vase soon..."
Waterboy's sentence eventually drifts off into some quiet mumbling, all bravery trickling out of him once again...
The mildly, perturbing sound of squelching steps hit his ears rather quickly, making him turn towards them and he couldn’t help how his eyes widened for split second. His pale forest color gaze landing on their clothes, then shifting towards the flowers in their hand, before settling on their face.
Oh.. my god.. Do.. they think this is a date?
His ears turned a furiously (and embarrassingly) bright hue of crimson, a painfully obvious contrast to the cool tones that often donned on his figure.
Wait.. Try not to assume. Perhaps he’s trying to be polite.
“You look.. comfortable.” He cleared his throat, tossing the stub of his cigarette away, trying not to seem so shocked, but he couldn’t help but soften at least a little at the flowers. He had such an affection for flowers. He gingerly reached for them, almost too cautious, not knowing whether he was a danger to them or not with his abilities.
“That’s perfect actually..” He carefully touched the petals as a tiny layer of ice frosted over them, making them look powdered in tiny crystals. “There. They’ll keep until I can get them a vase.”
“I was going to take you to The Sardine, just.. try not to piss off some of the barflys...”
"Oh- You wouldn't have t-to worry, it's not like- They'd actually know - I was there to- To begin with..."
He doesn't seem to catch the sudden flush against his friends face, seemingly far more worried with how his clothes stuck to him... Herman looks down at his feet... Maybe they'd notice the puddles, sure, but he's practically invisible in a place like The Sardine... And he's okay with that. Keeps his night quiet, that's all he really cares about. The night air starts to cool, most likely just a side effect from standing right next to a man who had snow perpetually falling wherever he went, and shakes violently for a few seconds.
"It's... Getting k-kinda dark... Cold too... Do you, uhh... I mean- If you want- We c-can... Get- Yeah- G-Get going...?"
He hates being so tongue-tied all the time. He wishes he could just spit out his sentences all at once, or at least be able to if he wasn't murmuring under his breath.
“In such a rush, are we? Got something waiting for you?”
He turned on his heel as he teased, looking down thoughtfully to the flowers that he had been given. All in varying delicate hues of blues and indigos, now gently embraced under a blanket of frost from his touch, insulating them from his colder touch.
How did they know to try this? That Prism..
He rolled his eyes internally. Frostbite.. he never kept many close, Prism was.. a tiny exception from the temporary entanglement that was Flambae which would have made him groan at the thought, before he carefully looked over his shoulder to see if they were still coming along and hadn’t decided this way an awful idea.
“So, Herman.. how did you.. ahem.. land on the name Waterboy? Did.. someone give it to you?”
He asked carefully, not sure how much to press.. and realizing that he wasn’t as open himself.. they didn’t even know his name.
"Oh- That? My- Grandma... She's a l-lovely lady... But she's not- Exactly t-the best at naming things... But- I wouldn't want her to feel upset- S-So it just... Stuck."
He seems to have no other way of being able to assemble such a bouquet without outsider help, but the colours, the flowers themselves... Regardless, Herman doesn't seem to be the type of person to say no to someone... Makes enough sense, the man doesn't necessarily back down from anything, even if he's actually pissing himself.
"My- Uh... My a-actual name is Herman... If- That's what y-you were looking for, ahah..."
”Your grandmother? Honestly.. that.. makes a bit of sense. I’m sure she’s rubbed off on you since you are.. well.. rather kind compared to some of the.. band of troublemakers we work with. Not that I’m any better.”
He actually slowed down his pace, instead choosing to walk side by side with them after noticing that he was rather ahead. His distance from their side was still measured however, not enough for them to brush arms and experiment from freezing.
“Well.. I already know your name. I suppose.. you don’t know mine..”
He paused for a moment before he looked up again at their face, seeing how determined they seemed under the shivering nerves and constant stuttering.
“ Why did you agree? To this, I mean.”
Herman doesn't shiver anymore than he already does, the brush against his arm seemingly not registering anything until he tries to respond to the question.
"Well- I-I've always wanted to be... A hero, and- O-Oh, you, uh... Mean this? Well- I-"
Waterboy mumbles under his breath, without a single stutter, which was rare for a guy who was described to 'Tremble violently like a small, frightened animal', but when he goes to say the same thing out loud to Richard-
"You were just- I'm not r-really one to back out- Run from anything- A-And I didn't want to be rude- To you-"
”Ah. So, you’re pitying me by gracing me with company and trying to prove your bravery? Not because you wanted to come.”
He teased gently, his slender, gloved fingers brushing back the dark curls from his own eyes as the bar slowly came into view. It was a curious feeling. It didn’t really feel like some after work drink. Not with how they were acting.
“Well… you are being brave in any case coming with me. At any rate.”
"No- No! Not pity- N-Never pity- In fact, you're probab- Definitely pitying me! I-I- You should've invited- Invited- Brought s-someone else-!"
To be honest, Herman always acted like this. He was a nervous wreck all the time, all of this was nothing new… Maybe it was how he was dressed. Or the surroundings. Maybe even the nature of the meet up. The constant squelching of crocs follows Richard, as the nearest bar started to become far more prominent in the steadily darkening streets…
“I’m… So- Very s-sorry if I get us- You kicked out… Not a… Well, puddles- With people walking around- A-And people serving- W-Waiters? I- I don’t know-”
”Herman.. I was teasing. I don’t know why you agreed to come. And I don’t plan on forcing you to tell me. I’m not as mean as I look..”
He gave them a sympathetic smile, kinder than most expressions he gave others. His walls were still up as ever, still unwavering.. but the other seemed so genuine compared to most he talked to.
“I’ll take the blame.. say my ice melted.. They can’t toss me out on that.”
He once inside, he pushed through patrons, his icy chill already parting the way for Herman behind him before taking a seat.
“Tell me, you have a preference? Water, wine, whiskey?”
"I- Like Bailey's... G-Guinness... I-I can toler- Tolerat- Take s-shots-"
Herman slips through the crowds just behind Frostbite, almost falling over in one of his own puddles as he scrambles for a seat next to him, sitting down with a sad squelch. This place is crowded, loud too, but not nearly enough to spook him. It's nice... Hopefully nobody falls over due to the sudden spots of wet floor...
He nodded carefully, speaking to the barkeep for their drink orders. Richard was so measured in how he spoke, how he acted, the elegant line of his features matching the sharp nature of his powers. Then.. he looked over to the other, who acted so genuine. Warm.
“Mm, remind me to keep up with you.”
He hummed softly, his accent curling through his words in a smooth, deep hum. His eyes lowering to their chest, reading the words on it.
“Is it a band?”
"Oh- D-Death Cab for Cutie? Yeah-! They're... A-A rock band! You- Haven't heard of them? How have you not-"
He seems almost shocked for a moment. Like this band spesifically was the most well known in the entire world.
"Y-You've never heard, 'Possess My Heart'? 'Meet Me A-At The Equinox'? 'Cath...'?!"
Herman's surprised, but more than happy to harp on about one of his favourite bands, starting to babble on about different members, when each album was released, which songs were his favourite-
"I-I guess the only- The only downside t-to it all is- Well, none of them- A-Are really my type-!"
He couldn’t help but smile as he heard them rattle off facts, he really seemed to be at ease with the other man, a sort of dreamy expression coming into his gaze.
“Oh? Really? Then what is your type?”
He teased, his voice now a smooth purr brought on by the drinks he had been having during their interaction.
Herman nurses his own drink, only halfway through his Guinness. He didn't really need to drink at all to blabber on about the things he likes like a fool...
“Oh- Gosh- I-I mean- For women- I-I like- Well- I like p- Them smarter t-than me- But let’s be honest that’s not hard- A-And- Well, it’s not difficult to be shorter than me either- And m-men, I like- When they- Can pick- Lift you up- Like… Strong, you know…? A-And as long as they love me- Even just a little- The tiniest bit- T-Then I’m just… Hooked! You, ahah, you know…?”
He ends up going on and on, voice slowly getting more and more quiet, until he takes another sip of his drink.
”Should I offer to lift you up then?”
He couldn’t help but hum softly, those pale green eyes looking at him carefully under those thick lashes, snowflakes getting caught in his pitch black hair like stars in a night sky. He gestured for another drink from the bartender as his hand sneaked in after a few cherries behind the bar.
”Or should I buy you dinner first?”
Herman's face goes blank for a moment, a flush of pink spreading across his already rosy skin, before he practically babbles out his words, barely able to form a sentence.
"Yo- Hahh- You h-h-honest- Honestly- I mean-? Y-You, uh, I- Well, I- Is this a j-joke-? You don't- HAVE to if y-you don't WANT to- Buty-youcanifyouw-wantto-!"
It eventually gets to a point to where his eyes dart to the other mans, and mouth is moving... But no sound ends up coming out, which leads the nervous wreck to immediately stare down into the drink he was holding in embarrassment.
”I will come out and say.. You.. have peaked my interest, Herman. So, no.. not particularly a joke.”
He chuckled softly, shifting just slightly closer with a more teasing smile on his lips. He was.. obviously being a little more bold then he typically would, but the drinks certainly aided to the cause.
”I’d gladly offer dinner whenever you’re free.”
Waterboy simply... Short-circuits for a few moments, jaw falling open, a small mouthful of water pouring out, trickling directly down his chin and onto the floor... It doesn't seem physically possible to get any redder than he already is...
"... S-Sorry, come again-?"
He looks like a deer in headlights. To be honest, the guy never really got a lot of game in the workplace- God knows whether he got it outside of work- So it's somewhat understandable for his reaction to be... Well, this.
"I- I mean- I-I'd love t-to- But- I-"
”Herman.. Are you trying to let me down gently?”
He carefully probed with a raised brow, his arms against the wooden bar, his features softening to take in their words carefully. He hardly knew what happened, but something about the other was endearing him rather quickly to the man.
“Which I understand, of course. At least I’m paying for drinks in case you thought you owed me.”
"No- I-I mean- I would like to- T-To go! And... Do... Have a meal t-together! I-I'd like that!"
No- He cannot be fumbling an opportunity like this right now! He needs to get this back on track. He downs what was left of his pint, placing the empty glass on the bar and working up the little courage he had to accept the offer.
"I- Would l-like to take- You up... An- And eat- Have dinner with y-you."
At that, Richard actually smiled, his hand hesitantly coming towards them before stopping short for a moment.
“How about.. after the gala? We’ll both be well-dressed and.. well.. We can have a bit more time to ourselves.”
He was mildly hopeful, his eyes softening further towards the other and how much of a brave face they were placing on themselves. It was utterly endearing. What started as a friendly drink for Richard.. he couldn’t help but find them sweet.
Right! The valentine's gala! God, that'd be perfect! It'd be at the very least, a little warmer- And he wouldn't have to worry about how he was dressed, because he'd already be in a suit and tie! It was the perfect time, no doubt!
"I woul- Yes! I'd like t-that! It'd be... Yeah, It'd be fun!"
how do you feel about the fact that people are saying that you and Flambae are compatible
Better yet, would you rather:
MechaMan, Flambae, or Phenomaman?
PHENOMENAM-MEN-MAN. NO OTHER QUESTIONS.
why would. someone call you fart when farts are made of Air... which is like the opposite of water. is he stupid?
I- That- Is v-very rude...!
Look at him and try and convince me he's not...
Waterboy, if you come to my medical room with another twisted ankle, istg.
I-It's not my fault! Water i-is wet!
I- I have HAD IT w-with stupid nicknames! W-Wet-fart-boy, precum-boy- So I pre- Present to you- Flanbae. Everyone laugh- NOW.
