i love having a bullet train persona because it's just. imagine the hectic and traumatizing events of bullet train occuring and i was just There. a gay little fellow just there taking it all in like a sopping wet sponge.
i think my brother was w tangerine cuz i didnt see him but the two of us were at their house
but i was sick so i didnt say much so i just got to sit next to lemon and listen to him rant abt thomas the tank engine and just random shit (it was fun)
then tan fucking walked into the room, dropped my brother on the couch then he just dragged me to his office ?? room thing ???? idfk what room it was
but he just made me sit on a chair there with a blanket while he did his shit
what the fuck was this dream hello ???? i need context brain !
HSNDND tangerine is such an odd specimen in your dreams
why is he treating you like a cat. it's like when people let their cats lay on their desk while they work
no actually the vest thing is so fucked up. "false sense of security what if you get shot in the neck". look at tangerine. what the fuck. what the fuck that was so unnecessarily mean to me, as the gay little viewer,