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(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ ☄️🪙 ; [You’re fireball]

Pound was in his room, resting. At least.. he tried to. The chaos in this hotel was massive. The whole competition thing has been making him tired. It was really loud in here, cause like, no shit. Suddenly, he hears a knock and jolts quickly, hopping off of his bed and running to the door. It was.. you.

୨ৎ “Fireball? What are you doing at this ungodly hour?” I sigh and put my hand on my head, rubbing my hair while leaning against the door. My British accent was thick.