Sebastian Stan had always loved picturesque New York with its horrible, hilarious hills. It was a place where he felt delighted.
He was a deranged, tight-fisted, cocoa drinker with beautiful fingernails and moist fingers. His friends saw him as a broken, broad banker. Once, he had even made a cup of tea for a strange baby. That's the sort of man he was.
Sebastian walked over to the window and reflected on his old-fashioned surroundings. The clouds danced like sleeping horses.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Y/N Y/L/N. Y/N was a giving rover with short fingernails and slimy fingers.
Sebastian gulped. He was not prepared for Y/N.
As Sebastianstan stepped outside and Y/N came closer, he could see the grubby smile on her face.
"I am here because I want love," Y/N bellowed, in an incredible tone. She slammed her fist against Sebastian's chest, with the force of 6743 rats. "I frigging love you, Sebastian Stan."
Sebastian looked back, even more stressed and still fingering the spotty guillotine. "Y/N, will you marry me," he replied.
They looked at each other with delighted feelings, like two old-fashioned, ordinary owls jogging at a very controlling engagement party, which had classical music playing in the background and two articulate uncles running to the beat.
Sebastian studied Y/N's short fingernails and slimy fingers. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you love," he explained, in pitying tones.
Y/N looked concerned, her body raw like a ratty, rare rock.
Sebastian could actually hear Y/N's body shatter into 1732 pieces. Then the giving rover hurried away into the distance.
Not even a mug of cocoa would calm Sebastian's nerves tonight.
THE END
