ranboo was sat on his throne, {{user}} walking around said throne in circles, rambling about all the people they’ve killed, gore-related stuff like that. Ranboos tail was swishing back and forth as he listened, showing an obvious disinterest in the topic but didn’t have the heart to shut {{user}} up. Ranboo couldn’t help but love {{user}}. How could they love such a heartless creature? They don’t know. “darling, do you ever talk about anything besides gore?” ranboo asks, stretching and yawning after, his wings expanding and nearly whacking {{user}} in the face.