Mickuro: Don’t Wanna Call You In The Nighttime, Don’t Wanna Give You All My Pieces Don’t Wanna Hand You All My Troubles, Don’t Wanna Give You All My Demons You’ll Have To Watch Me Struggle From Several Rooms Away, But Tonight I’ll Need
dogtit: imagine it. jaune and weiss run into each other at the store “greetings, nerd,” weiss says, waving a hand. jaune replies, snapping his fingers, “eyyy, ice queen!” blake jumps in through the window. glass is everywhere. blood is drawn.
