So,Hubert had...long hair.His hair was so long that Maria has to braid it.Of course,the young eleven year old never thought of cutting it.He knew that his hair was the very special thing about him,and that it made people happy.
The child seemed to be working on a lewd piece for about an hour now.He was a bit hungry,so he stood up and then his shaky hand on the handle.He slowly and carefully open the door,since his hand was in pain from all the drawing he was doing.The Austrian let out a soft sigh,then walking into the long hallway.
He looked down,his brown hair in his face.An older man turned a corner,and saw the young boy.He have him a disgusted look,but continued to walk.Suddenly,a small gasp slipped out of Huberts mouth,and then his small face landed into Roland's chest...and his shoe accidentally stepping on his.
Roland growled."BITCH,YOU GON' STEP ON MY FUCKIN TOE BITCH WITH THE COW-GIRL FUCKIN BOOTS BITCH,DISGOSTANG!"He snapped,frowning.
