19. My muse is sick and yours decides to care for them
Pete let out a few rough coughs as he curled up on the couch, glaring daggers at the boy before him. “This is unnecessary.” He grumbled, pulling his blanket tighter around his shoulders.
i just got home but i have to leave again tomorrow hhhahah
i have a problem
new firkle/kindergoth blog!! hello hello
Put “Pretty Please” in my ask box and I’ll generate a number from 1-40 and see what prompt we get! Mixture of angst, silly, romantic, and NSFW prompts.
Brownie points to those who don’t read below the cut!