"Cute? Fuck off. I'm not cute. I'm a bloody great bastard of a bloke, I don't do cute," he did once, maybe, when he would follow his admirers around like a puppy. Hell, Nicolas was nice to him once in the music room and he proceeded to wait for him every single day just to see him. Even on days when he had a free period and could have gone home an hour ago, he still sat and waited so he could at the very least say hello. He would do anything for the people he loved, even make a fool out of himself. "I don't know, I think touching could be fun," there was a slight pause. "When you're sober, of course."
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Date: 2015-10-04 11:56 pm (UTC)