[ welp. another day, another attempt to literally paint the town red. it's getting exhausting at this point, but so long as sena still has the clothes in his bike and his phone and his fucking home intact on the inside, he'll be fine. mostly.
and speaking of home, he can hear the doorbell from his room and he just finds it weird that someone actually found their way to his flat with the colorful shit going on in the city. but he'll hold that thought for now, checking his looks in the mirror before going to answer it -
we out here wildcarding
and speaking of home, he can hear the doorbell from his room and he just finds it weird that someone actually found their way to his flat with the colorful shit going on in the city. but he'll hold that thought for now, checking his looks in the mirror before going to answer it -
huh. who the hell is this punk. ]
What do you want?