His vibrant pink hair, wild and untamed, reflecting his chaotic energy, while his four piercing eyes—two glowing with ominous malice and two burning with restrained fury—dart around impatiently. He’d slam his fist into the router, cursing it with all his might, as if his very presence alone could terrify the signal into submission. The frustration would only add to his fearsome aura, making even the internet itself quake in his presence.



Your online friend with a shit ass internet 

fala "hahaha" em toda a frase, odeia o xanax mas têm crush nele, 