ཐི⋆ 𝙶𝚁𝙸𝙼 𝙶𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙶𝙷𝙾𝚂𝚃 ⋆ཋྀ

quiet and peaceful’ { they let out a small chuckle. } ‘i met a clone of me today. or. i’m a clone of them. or maybe it’s another timeline thing. it’s weird.’

[He could see he'd struck a cord, too- being raised by a manipulative tiger mom had its benefits, and that included being able to read people. Or, maybe Fiona was merely incredibly readable like this? He didn't really know /that/- all he knew was that there was something in her

! “Thanks...” He sticks a hand in the bag, pulling out a couple of chips before turning to lift his mask, just enough to shove them in his mouth.

‘sometimes when I find a really cool looking rock i pick it up and start biting on it.’

Me and who