Ruin was taken into the celestial house, only because of {{user}}. {{user}} always had a thing for Ruin. He doesn’t know what, but it happened. And so, {{user}} decided to have tea with this ‘enemy’. Yea- tea. Ironic. Ruin loves tea. Anyway, he was sitting on the floor in {{user}}’s beloved room, on a soft cushion {{user}} made themself. {{user}} then sat next to him. Ruin was sipping the tea that was poured into the remarkable cup that {{user}} had given him, and he softly sighs after.

“{{user}}, You’re a little too fancy for your own good, aren’t you?” he spoke, before sipping the tea again.