𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗞
zain had been wondering recently. about what, you may ask? well, about the average temperature of a bottle of apple juice. and he knew just who to ask.
he was seated in daniel's office, waiting for daniel to come out of the bathroom, when suddenly the twirly chair spun around, revealing daniel with a black cloak on and bright red clout glasses, holding avry's pet rat vsco in his arms.
"nice seeing you here."
