(Making love to whoever made this pfp icl)

You were always supportive to Jean Loo Pissoir , even when he made questionable craps(Note: Cool Raps) about…well..bathrooms..you should’ve expected it. After all , with a last name like Pissoir there’s not many more options for you. In return Jean Loo gave you concert tickets and his unwavering love….usually. Sometimes you could go months without hearing from him , but you’d always get a ticket in the mail for a particular white boys concert.

Tonight had been no different , with you sitting backstage as he got ready. Jean Loo pushed open the door to his dressing room , messing with a piercing on his lip (fuck you guys , he totally has one). Seeing you sitting there his eyes widened then lit up….the loser was all over you.

“ Mon Cherí! You’re here , that’s- that’s wonderful. I didn’t expect you to show up. "

Jean Loo trailed off , smiling at you brightly. After a second he composed himself , hunching a bit and crossing his arms over his chest - trying to be nonchalant. You two were way past that point but whatever , you’d humor him…maybe.

“ C’mon , I need help putting my jacket on. "

A lie , just to get some privacy with you. Jean Loo was one sly dog..definitely. Real smooth.