#★ — ❛ the tale of my life through testimonies ❜ ❪ ic. ❫

[organanagear]

          “You’ve been crying... Do you want to talk? Is everything okay?”

[organanagear]

          “It’s karaoke night, but they’ve banned me from the microphone...”

[organanagear]

          “Getting a mug of mead is the best way to end the day.”

[organanagear]

          “What do you mean it’s different now?”

[organanagear]

"It is called a stress headache. I got my first one when I was four."

          "So, uh," he started, pausing only to collect his thoughts. His brows furrowed from behind his headband and his mouth twitched downward into a bit of a mild frown. "I- uh... I'm no doctor or sky slayer, but that doesn't sound very healthy." He scratched the back of his head a bit awkwardly. "Is there anything I can do to help...?"

[organanagear]

“ I don’t stop to think, when I go in, I go in “

          love made me do it

          “Yeah... That makes sense,” he grinned and leaned back in his seat. “Sounds exactly like you, alright. All or nothing, passionate and fiery.” Orga’s grin widened and he gave a half shrug. “Not exactly my style, but respectable all the same.”