𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨; r. suna
"Why did you do all that?" you ask crossing your arms in front of you. "What ever do you mean?" he asks, taking another hit from the pen. You stare at him, irritation building up in you. "What do you mean what do i mean? You know exactly what I mean." He looks down at you, arching an eyebrow at the confusing nature of...