𝑲.

Yes, exactly.

“You’re too nice to the parents. I ignore them because a lot of them are even more annoying than their kids.” A grimace, looking upwards as if Circe could help him. “How that man was able to procreate I do not know.”

. . . hang on I need to remember what I have first.

“Marry that wanker then.” Wishing he could obliviate that fucker. Why was Devon still tormenting him. “Why are you talking to him anyway?”

requesting three piercings, please.

“Perfect, thank you.” He grins, heading into her dorm and sitting down.

“I want to get stag antlers on my hip.” He said, biting his lip.

YES

LIES

“Hey! You still do tattoos?” He asks, brows raised.

That was not me!

a dog-eat-dog world