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When I talk to today’s kids, I feel like a sandbag. No I am not ‘The Ohio Rizzler’. Please let me eat my tortilla chips in peace.
“What’s your body count?”
Hiélo: …many (LIAR)
Ethan: I dated some people, but it didn’t work.
Behati: Do you want to increase the count?
Kenyan: 2517+2. … Jk, Jk, LoL. ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ᵏⁱˡˡ ᵐᵉ
Yuno: I only have one body?
Sylris: 30.
Maya: *confused shapeshifter noises*
I refuse to write. Instead, I’ll make thousand of these (until I get tired too)
There’s nothing better than drawing lazily without the responsibility of making a beautiful drawing ❤️
I haven’t talked about Maya here, cuz so far she only appears in the first chapter, but I’m planning to bring her back in the future. And she ended up looking like me because I never bothered to draw her, so I don’t have a perfect image of her—
And I’d say yes for Behati. That’s all I have to declare.
Kids are fucking weird dude. A four year old just came into my room to check if I’m working as I said and corrected my pronunciation because she thinks I pronounce ‘girls’ wrong. She then proceeds to just leave with a ‘good night’ and a wave.
It’s 7 pm.
She has done this 5 times in a row now, where she just comes into my room, checks on me and then leaves after a couple of questions.
I think the FBI might be missing their latest recruit.