𝕮𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝕭𝐎𝐘 .ᐟ

consume me like you’ve been starved for years. leave no flesh, no blood, no bone.

‍ ‍ ㅤㅤㅤ ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛'𝑠 𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑓 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑯𝑬𝑳𝑳'𝑺 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏 .ᐟ

ㅤ ㅤ leaning against his hand、 asking for more pats. puppy blue eyes. ㅤ ㅤ

ㅤ ㅤ staring the reader until he gets head pats. STARING. 👁👁 ㅤ ㅤ

in the end, all i had left was my blood.

My kitchen, my rules. It was not meant to insult or attack, I am very peculiar about my kitchen.

I’m touched, Will. An admirable effort. By all means you’re welcome to attempt the kitchen for me, but I would advise remaining in the role is sous-chef for the time being.

what kind of soup?

I can’t imagine you at the stove, Will. The river suits you far better than the kitchen.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ℌ𝔬𝔴 ⲉⲁ⳽ⲩ ψσυ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ᎯᎡᏋ ƭօ ⲙⲉ