Fang, lying on the grass and it's night: Hey, Boboiboy?
Boboiboy, lying next to him: Yeah?
Fang: Do you think…
Fang: We're alone in this universe?
Boboiboy: Fang, you're from outer space.
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Boboiboy Shitpost Book
General FictionWarning: Theories, Foreshadowing, Cursing, and indefinite sarcasm. Leaf is trying to figure out what shipping means. Solar is too embarrassed to help.