“Yes dear,_ what do you need?”
"My parents— they’ve been a bit rough on me lately.
So any sort of distraction would be great.”
God, this man is killing me. The lovely and be-spectacled Adam Levine.
"Leven, do you have a moment?
I need a… distraction.”
Ask my muse about their past.
Ask my muse about their future.
Ask my muse about their relationship with other muses.
Ask my muse about their relationship with the mun.
Ask my muse about their likes and dislikes.
ASK MY MUSE ABOUT SHIT.
so graceful. so when is someone casting him as an orchestra conductor? ;)
“I was a son. A brother, a younger brother, and I had an older brother who I loved. Idolized, in fact. And one day I went to him, and I begged him to stand with me. And Michael… Michael turned on me. Called me a freak, a monster”
"Heh, sorry. It does look good on you though." He said before shrugging his shoulders. "What movie did you have in mind, bro?"
“Anything really. I’d say a horror movie but…” Keith shrugged.
"Oh okay, fine.
You’re a burglar who’s trying to fool me, I’d say.
Of course I don’t believe you!”
“Ah, but, I haven’t taken anything.
You can frisk me if you like, officer.” Victor winked.
"Yeah! Oh but first." He turned and went to the closet pulling out a white hoodie with a splash of red up the torso. He handed it to Keith.
"I want you to have this." He said smiling.
Keith smiled at him, taking it and putting it on. "Thank you, and it looks like it’s just barely me size.” He chuckled.