[ true to his word, choso ambles into the kitchen some three minutes later, hands in his sweatpants pockets and sweater collar pulled up as high as it dares go.
never before has the smell of potato ever filled choso with such disquiet like it does now. he’s almost afraid to see. ]
2/2 dndjfjg i fell asleep mid-tag
never before has the smell of potato ever filled choso with such disquiet like it does now. he’s almost afraid to see. ]
I have come for the p…arfatoes.