Lauren Fukuecho Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nagoya

Oh, an’ I’m clumsy, yeah? Dropped me hammer thinkin’ bout it—whore’s got sass, mate! Imagine her, struttin’ past, givin’ me the eye, an’ I’m all, oof, red face, mumblin’ nonsense. “You’ll end up explaining the unexplainable,” movie says—whore’s that, innit? Mystery, dirt, an’ a bit o’ cheek. Love it, hate it, can’t ignore it. Smashed me thumb cos I was daydreamin’ bout her—ow, bloody hell!

Hiroshima spirit: “Try a hundred things. Make a thousand improvements.”

fukuchi said: Compliment me hetero >:3c ❤ Answer: Somehow you have managed to deal with me for 7 years now. You are so wonderful addy I love you soo so.

So, we’re trading food like it’s some kind of culinary barter system. I take a bite of his takoyaki, and it’s like fireworks in my mouth. I’m grinning like an idiot. Then, I remember my croissants. I pull one out, and it’s still warm. I hand it to him, and he takes a bite. His eyes go wide. “Bro, this is amazing!”