"he was happy.
always happy.
how his eyes would light up when a person would come up to his cotton candy stand asking his to make them a fresh batch of pink cotton.
how his boxy smile would make anyone smile back at him with adornment.
how he would smile even though things were bad. like when an angry customer started yelling and spitting curse words at him for taking too long. how he still smiled at him when he left and told him to have a wonderful day.
how when a group of teenage boys spat at him for looking too feminine and how gay he was. how he smiled and told them he respected their opinions, but would not change how he was because he was happy with how he looked."
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Fanfiction"it was just how he was." italian translation: @h0lywang
