hitting on gulf was easier than i thought. he was so shy when my hand brushed against his. but i have to admit, his eyes were so cute and bright, almost sparkling, even. never have i ever seen such amazing eyes that glows so much emotions.
emotions? what the fuck did i just wrote?
i'm mew fucking suppasit. emotions and me? we don't fucking mix.
it seems as if gulf likes me, a lot. i really want to take this advantage to make him my new baby boy, if he can even last that long.
looking at him, ha, i bet he can't even last three days. bet.
but what if he does? then great, i have a lot in store for him if he even last till that long.
wait for me, baby gulf.
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the boy who can't leave | mewgulf
Fanfictionin which mew's targets never survived but one boy did.
