HAROLD YOUR SHOULDERS AREN'T FREAKING
Wh-why the heck are you calling my shoulders freaky? They’re not freaky! I mean, for God’s sake, just because I’m a twig doesn’t mean my shoulders–
– Oh. My shoulders. Right. Holy shit. That’s a thing, isn’t it? I can’t believe I fucking forgot about that for a minute there. Good time to get ready to go the fuck to sleep though, oh my God.
And by sleep I mean keep watching Soul Eater… and staring at my hands…
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