I am DaMich~! We ain't Russian or any other foreigner. We is Amuricans! And we are ready to f*ck sh*t up!
<We're joking :p>
This "we" is made from a two-person duet—D'anny and Mich; Ms. Flower-crown-hippie and that big-eyed Asian who wears a flannel. Listening to The Motto around the corner, Trap Queen in the radio, and the most punk ass sh*t and Japanese openings at school. Oh, and don't forget about all the gay sh*t we talk about.
"OSHIETE OSHEITE YO SONO SHIKUMI WO BOKU NO NAKANI DARE KA IRU NO KOWARE—"
SHUT UP, KANEKI.
See, and this is why Erik left you, Charles.
Well, I would've left first. If you didn't shot me in the friggin' back.
Let's just stop discussing the divorce at the beach.
(D'anny: I'd kidnapped him. IloveCharlesXavier. . . ;)
Other than this Cherik obsession, and many of the gay shippings hiding in the closet of our minds; we're sane reading stories—preferably with those that involve homos, but we'll be open-minded.
D'anny: YEET. I ain't wasting my time with that sh*t.
Mich: Do it for the heteros.
Well, this is our wacky world you've gotten yourselves into.
You didn't have to eat the pomegranates, Hun. So, have fun because you're stuck here forever, in our gay Wonderland.
- ^.^
~ ;p
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