its-not-raining: “Oh god, do you ever shut up?” Jean raised his eyes from where he was sitting, his brows furrowing in a frown. “The hell I said anything, weirdo,” he murmured as he lit his smoke. He wasn’t suppose to be smoking
its-not-raining: “Oh god, do you ever shut up?” Jean raised his eyes from where he was sitting, his brows furrowing in a frown. “The hell I said anything, weirdo,” he murmured as he lit his smoke. He wasn’t suppose to be smoking
