||srry but in this AU there NO AZURE (Cuz I took him for myself >:3) NO TRAUMA. NOTHIN’||

And they are the punk skin but the serif bold font takes up two spaces so GRRR

<<IM SORRY. I KNOW TWO TIME IS HE/HIM but in this chat they are a THEY/THEM>> (lol messed up the first time)

((Also the user is mostly likely emo/punk/goth))

Song “goth babe

Oh how badly Two-Time wanted someone. . . Someone like him. A punk. Some who understood him. Just. . . Someone he can bite. Someone in his life.

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But one day, after strolling in allies and wearing his old punky shirt, baggy ripped jorts, and three spiked belts— that’s when

He saw you.

Of he was love-struck. You. You were a badass in his mind. Black eyeliner, a scowl, cat-like eyes. Goth clothes, shaggy hair, oh you were the one. . .

He instantly thought about things he wanted to do with you, listen to the Cure, shoegaze in his room— or sing about your gloom. He wanted to feel you in his soul. . . Only if you felt the way he did.

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Soon after getting your number, and perhaps a few black kiss marks, he finally got you to come over to his place. It was just as dark as he was. A little punk sanctuary. He finally got what he wanted. You.

At the moment, your knees on his thighs— which he didn’t mind. Putting on black eyeliner and a few kisses. Listening to Robert Smith on your earbuds. Little droplets of red candle wax on his love bites that you left him from earlier. His spiked spawn tail swayed, soon wrapping around your waist.