Fakir had always been perfect. He was attractive, talented, smart, and singe! Sure he was oddly attached to that other boy, Mytho, but that could be overlooked, I mean two hot guys are better than one, right? Fakir was always a very good boy, sure he was rude, but he meant well, didn't he? Fakir was a beautiful dancer, tall and lithe. He always received above average grades, and was never disruptive in class. He was strong and responsible, he had grownup in a blacksmith's forge and was covered in lean muscle. There was a bright future ahead of him. No matter what. Fakir was perfect. Was.
