lil bit from my most recent oneshot:
Laxus Dreyar was watching a thirst trap of himself.
“These comments…” he muttered. “Why do they call me ‘daddy’? I don’t have children.”
With every cell in your body, you wished for the universe to smite you where you sat.
He kept scrolling through the comment section, intrigued and deeply concerned. Muttering things he’s reading, “‘get a load of this guy’…’I’m trying’.” He makes a small noise in his throat as he processes that one. You sink further into the couch, hands covering up your face, wanting to disappear, or spontaneously combust. Either was a favourable alternative to living this moment. “‘Respectfully I want to climb this man like a tree.’” A low hum. “Interesting.”
