The Colorless King || Stephen James
In which an unknowingly hilarious girl just can't seem to leave him alone, and he can't understand why. (Or) I groan and flop into the chair in front of the hoodie clad boy, more like man. Over here lookin like a graffiti board, hah. Kidding, his tattoos are beautiful. Like him. Whys he sitting by himself anyway? Shou...