((ANYTHING MOBY SAYS IS TRANSLATED))
I was just starting out highschool when I saw that thiccc figure standing before my eyes. My jaw dropped, but I somehow managed to pick it up when the man turned around.
"Oh, hey! You lost?" he asked in a dark and deep voice, I was in awe and knew that he would be the one I marry. I wanted to stroke the fine bald metallic head that he acquired. I stared at him for a good minute until he said "Hello..? You there?"
"OMG I am soo sorry it's just your HOT bald head, can I stroke my fingers on it?" I don't know how I was able to build up the courage to say this. What's worse is I even winked after speaking.
He edged closer to me, he may be shorter than me but I couldn't help but look up to him. My heart skipped a beat. He grabbed my arm and had a tight grip on my wrist. I gasped. "of course baybee~" he stated with flare. He rose my arm and helped me pace my hand on his head.
The bell rang at last when I would see him again, I would never know.