"C'mon, c'mon, pick up already."

Ulrich Stern had been waiting outside the airport for an hour already, with his feet burning in their shoes. He could imagine his soles getting harder by the moment, callusing over to no end. His toes tapped in impatience, wondering what was holding his ride from getting here.

The sky was a pale but welcome blue. It expanded forever around his head, far away to the iron towers of downtown, all the way to the old industrial park, a place that gave Ulrich shivers through and through. The German tweaked his head to the right, moving the bangs out from his vision, only to have the wind teasingly push them back in front of his right eye. The military-green jacket that hung on his body shifted as he rolled his shoulders in their sockets, trying to ease the tension that'd been gathering in him since getting on the flight some hours earlier. He was on his cell phone, trying his best not to throw it, remembering what little he remembered of meditation techniques. But these days, he didn't try to think too much of those things. Cars of all makes and colours sped by rapidly, some carrying families, others businessmen sweaty and nervous, and then there were the shuttles transporting people either to or from the car park some five minutes walking distance away. The German twentysomething hadn't seen this place so busy before, but after the renovations that'd taken place some years after he left this town, he seemed to understand the excitement here. The airport did look a lot nicer than he remembered.

Some feet away from him was a little girl, holding a stuffed ghost in her arms. She stood next to her mother, a woman in her forties, as they waited for traffic to clear up a bit so they cross the street to the multi-level parking lot. The girl seemed to look at him with curious little eyes, and when Ulrich noticed this, he gave a tiny grin and, without lifting his arm, waved a tiny wave to her. She seemed to blush and smile and wave back before her mother beckoned her to follow. Away she went, the little stranger, and Ulrich felt something weird twinge in him. Nothing to be worried about, he thought.

In the other direction, following the flow of traffic on his side of the road, came a bright green car rocketing down the street, passing by any normal speeding automobiles in an attempt to upset them all. The green rocket screeched to a sloppy halt, painting hasty black markings in its wake. The passenger door slammed open, and an all-too recognizable face peered over to him, big stupid grin and wild hairstyle and all. Hell, the purple diamond in his hair was still there.

"Hey! Sorry I'm late! Had some unexpected company at the last moment!" There sat Odd Della Robbia, former classmate of Ulrich's and long-time friend. The two, amazingly, had remained friends for all these years, despite Odd's stink-feet and Ulrich's temper bringing them to blows on more than one occasion. But this time, Ulrich couldn't be more happy to see him. Ulrich walked to the car, threw his duffle bag in the backseat, and got in, slamming the door behind him. "Yeah, yeah. Tell me, you forgot about today, didn't you?"

"Um… well, I may have overslept a bit."

"Odd, man, I told you like fifty times, my plane was gonna be here at noon, it's like two now!"

"Oh, c'mon, just be happy to see me!"

Ulrich gave a grin, immediately giving into the Italian boy's charm. "Dammit… yeah, I guess I'm pretty happy to see you, Odd."

"Likewise!"

The car sped off, zipping around slow minivans and lumbering shuttles, finally hitting the highway to take them to Odd's place. The city remained something of an unchanged relic on the outside, but along the streets that Ulrich and his friends once roamed, things had transformed the city of the iron tower into a far more different beast than he recalled.

"So, good buddy, what's new with you?" Odd asked, breaking Ulrich's concentration on all the new stores that littered the place. "Oh, nothing much. Finished up my time in Asia, nailed second place." The German felt a loving punch to the shoulder knock him for a loop. "Hey, that's great! You win any money?" "Yeah, but it was mostly a consolation prize, about two thousand pounds. First place got ten thousand." "Oh, well, next time you can kick their asses even harder!" Ulrich had to laugh, fighting the desire to not do so. Being a Pencak Silat tournament fighter meant a lot of travelling, a lot of failure, a lot of practicing, and no time for anything else, but since he was going on a break now, he didn't feel the pressure of the tournament circuit bugging like it usually did. The heat of the area lights no longer constricting his mind, letting it wonder freely in the bright sunny blue that hung above their car.

"What about you? Anything new with you?" He asked, hoping to retain his introversion and let the extrovert to his left take the reins of the conversation. "Oh, hell yeah!" Odd exclaimed characteristically, "I got a grant from the arts council in town to help record my next album, so I don't have to pay out of my own pocket for the recording studio!"

"You won't be using that dinky closet space anymore?"

"Nope! I'm gonna get a legitimate studio to record it in, it's gonna be so rad!"

Ulrich chuckled. Good to hear that someone was doing well. "You still talk to the others?" He asked after a pause.

Odd fell into a subdued state and answered, "Oh, yeah, I've got princess producing my stuff and Einstein is the editor of a science journal. We talk all the time! They're excited to see you too!"

"Is that all?"

The wild-haired guy knew where this was going.

"You know, she hasn't said anything about you."

Ulrich was silent.

"How long has it been?"

"About… four years?"

"Christ…"

The city whirred by them, smeared renditions of all the little shops and apartment buildings flanking them. The rest of the ride was quiet, but not peaceful. They stopped in front of an old front gate that led into some deeply neglected school grounds. Vines and plants slowly reclaimed the buildings, and the grass had grown to an absurd height all around. The trees were unwieldy and overgrown, with a solid veil of leaves hiding the concrete from the sun and sky.

"My God. Odd, why?" Ulrich's mood nosedived as he turned to face his friend turned chauffeur.

"What? Didn't want to at least see how the old girl looked these days?"

The German looked out the window. KADIC ACADEMY, the name of the place immortalized in the rusted steel gate. In his head, he pictured a younger version of his self, when his hair was so outgrown and a lot scruffier, drinking hot chocolate with Odd, Jeremie, Aelita, and… well, he wasn't going to dwell on her right now. There'd always be other times for that.

"Can't believe the place got shut down," Ulrich said finally.

"Yeah. I heard the Delmas' family got hit hard after the closure."

"Any idea where everyone went afterwards?"

"The principal retired, a lot of the teachers found jobs elsewhere, and Jim re-joined the military."

"You ever hear from Sissi or Milly or Tamia or any of them?"

"They all went off to college. Speaking of, you hear Milly got a job writing for a newspaper?"

"Really?"

"Yeah, she finally became a journalist!"

Ulrich grinned. Again, good to hear some of them were doing better than he was.

Odd started to notice the discomfort in his friend's face, so he puts the car in gear and drives off. The old school shrunk in the rear-view mirror, and Odd turned to Ulrich to insist that he hears the new remix album by Aelita. However, it did nothing to distract the German. His mind is far too focused on dwelling, now.

As they continued onwards to Odd's apartment (which he swore is better than the last one), Ulrich found his mind far and away from his friend's nattering. He wondered to himself, amidst the pulsing beats emanating from the stereo, what she was up to. Where had she gone after the fight? The techno music that swirled in his head put him in a trance tinted with nostalgia, and he fought off the tears, like all the other times. He had gone this long without giving in, and there was no time to start breaking down now. Familiar streets failed to cheer him up, but for Odd's sake, he kept the stoic mask on while letting his mind run free through the same memories and scenarios and all that painful stuff.

The city seemed colder, now.


Some hour or so later, and they reached the apartment block, and they dragged Ulrich's luggage to the top floor, where Odd's flat was tucked away in a far corner. They poured themselves a few drinks as they made themselves comfy on Odd's funny-smelling futon. It took a moment, but Ulrich did eventually realize that the smell was Odd's foot odor. Just not as bad as he remembered it.

"So, when am I gonna get to see Aelita and Jeremie?" Ulrich asked after taking a few sips of whiskey mixed with coke.

Odd gulped down half a thing of vodka and orange soda. "Soon! they should be on their way right now!"

Ulrich felt some gentle press against his pant leg, and saw a little black cat purring and slinking around his legs. "You got a cat?"

"Well," Odd began before taking another large gulp, "after Kiwi died, I felt like maybe I should get a cat. And you know, she hasn't been a total hassle, ya' know?"

"What's her name?" Ulrich picked up the little kitten and pet it, feeling the little purrs vibrate in his chest.

"Samantha."

"Ah." Ulrich felt a pang as an image of a funeral popped in his head. "You miss her?"

"Only every day," muttered Odd, uncharacteristically.

The German just nodded in solemn response. They sat drinking in silence, up until a knock came rattling from the front door. Odd placed his empty glass down and hopped over some spilled magazines over to the door. "Hey hey! You made it! Mister martial arts is over in the living room!"

Ulrich placed his drink down and arose to meet two familiar faces. Aelita Schaeffer and Jeremie Belpois walked in, lighting up immediately to see their old Lyoko comrade again. Hearty hellos were traded and hugs were distributed all around. Aelita had grown into a fine young woman, and believe it or not, Jeremie had even managed to bulk up a tiny bit. The two lovers sat on the couch, flanking Ulrich in the middle, and they all enjoyed drinks and laughs. Aelita went on about her deejaying career, how Odd's new album was coming together beautifully. Jeremie kept pestering Ulrich about his Pencak Silat tournaments over in Asia, and Odd started up an argument with Aelita over mixing and whether or not 808s sounded better than acoustic drums when played against compressed noisy guitars. The four friends laughed merrily into the late night, and by the time it all was slowing down, their drunkenness was truly starting to show.

Odd and Jeremie, the liquor lightweights they were, had fallen asleep back to back on the floor after a few rounds of tequila shots. Aelita had curled up to Ulrich and they proceeded to finish their third and fourth drinks, respectively.

"Ulrich, can I ask something?" Aelita started.

The brown-hair gulped down the last of his Jack and coke and turned to the pink-hair. "Uh, yeah, sure."

"What did you two fight about?"

Goddammit, thought Ulrich.

"It was nothing. It's ancient history by this point." Ulrich dismissed her.

Aelita didn't say anything, choosing to stay silent in this moment. Until finally-

"You miss her, don't you?"

Ulrich felt another pang. This one was harder, more painful. He wanted to throw his glass, and just watch it explode against the wall. But it looked like Odd might've been him to it, as he saw a dent in the wall right where he was planning to launch it.

"Ulrich, it's been three-"

"Four. Four years."

"Ok… ok, four years. But still, don't you think you should go say hi, at least? Goddammit, Ulrich…" Wow, she was drunk. More drunk than he could ever remember. "She loved you, you know. You loved her. You two were more meant for each other than Jeremie and I, and he's the only guy I've only been with since school!"

Ulrich didn't want to listen. He could do without all of this.

"Odd…" Ulrich began, words slurred into a miasma of alcohol breath and non-cohesive thoughts, "he… said she hasn't said anything… about me…" The drinks were poisoning his thoughts, his ability to think and perceive and remember why he was angry.

"Ulrich, I see it in your eyes." Aelita pressed on. She knew he was hurting, but it was worth a try. "She still thinks of you. She might not say anything, but she still has you in her mind, in her heart."

His head fell into his hands, elbows resting sloppily on his knees. His body jolted with sudden intakes of the foul air. Tears long thought non-existent started to slowly escape freely to the floor below.

"Ulrich... Ulriiiiich…" Aelita leaned in and began rocking the crying German. "You know, Odd lied to you."

"Huh…?"

"She's said quite a lot about you."

Ulrich felt a hybrid of anger and happiness rise up, threatening to burst out from him. "What…? What, Aelita, what has she said?" His hands grasped hers, and she took them into her own, trying to comfort him. She stared him dead in the eyes for added effect.

"She's watched every one of your matches. Every single one. She cheers you on. She asks us if we've spoken with you, what's new on your end and how your tournaments are going. Ulrich, she misses you."

"She… she does?"

"Mhmm." Aelita's face softened into a slight smile as she saw the colour in Ulrich's own face return. A creaky smile broke out across his maw as he took in his friend's words, his mind going over every one of them carefully, trying to make sure he had heard them correctly. God, the fight was so long ago, he almost couldn't remember the exact details. Quick hallucinations of shattering glass and distant screaming echoes rattled in his head, colliding with images of husky breathing against enamoured skin, deep black eyes beholding his entire universe, and the lips of the geisha who had long haunted his mind and soul.

"Oh god…" he weeped, "Oh, god… Yumi…"


The next morning came like a brick to his head.

Ulrich awoke on the floor of Odd's apartment, head more than spinning. He held his forehead like he was keeping his head from falling to the floor, nearly expecting it to do so, with all the liquor and tears from yesterday to come pouring out into one noxious mustering. Ulrich's eyes focused separately, causing him to blink exaggeratedly to get them both on the same level. Aelita had gone and fallen asleep next to Jeremie on the floor, the lovebirds facing away from each other as they slumbered soundlessly. Odd had his cat Samantha sleeping soundly, purring with every exhale, atop his rising-falling chest. Once he was back to normal (at least as normal you can be with a pounding hangover), the German got to his knees wearily and snuck out the front door. He head for the elevator, took it down to the main floor, and went on his way looking for a place to grease up his insides and soak up the remaining alcohol in his system. A few places looked good, but they had been built and opened in the time of his absence, so nothing struck a chord or even smelt of familiarity. Eventually, he chose upon a tiny café that served tea and grilled sandwiches. The food was alright, but once Ulrich had sat down, he realized he had ordered green tea, just like he used to when he would take her out to dinner or lunch. Guess some reflexes never quite die out.

He was half-way through his sandwich until something rang in his pocket. His cell phone, it was alive with that old beeping sound. He half-expected something along the lines of an X.A.N.A. attack, but he knew better. That was old history, no matter how much like yesterday it felt like to him. Ulrich didn't recognize the number, but he answered anyways. "Hello?"

There was nothing, save for a faint breathing. It shivered, was fragile, like it could break and stop at any moment.

"Ul-Ulrich…?"

Holy fuck, he thought.

"Yumi?"

"Hi… hi, Ulrich."

The world froze. Everything froze, the café he was in, the cars outside, the people bickering about clothes in the table behind him, the sky with its planes ripping across it, everything. It all just froze.

He hadn't heard that voice in ages. In four years, in fact.

"How are you?" He said simply. He wanted to keep composure, at like he wasn't secretly screaming in overjoyed tones at the sound of her voice.

"I'm, uh, I'm good. Real good. You?"

"Oh, I'm alright," replied the German.

"That's good to hear. Um… Aelita, she-"

"Told you I was in town?"

"Uh… yeah-yeah, she, uh, she did…"

Silence infected the conversation. Ulrich didn't know what he was feeling. Something between rage and joy.

Neither said a word. Neither dared to even breath loud enough for the other to hear.

"I…" Ulrich began, only stopping to realize he had not a fucking clue where he was gonna go from there.

"Yes?" Now, this could've been his imagination, but he swore he heard… hopefulness? In her voice?

"I… I would like… to…" Goddammit, Ulrich thought to himself, cursing his very being for his inability to just get it over with.

"… to?"

"See you." Holy shit, he said it. He covered his mouth to keep his breath in. To hold it in until he got whatever answer was coming his way.

"I would like that," was all she said. "Meet me at Kadic. Just for old time's sake."

"Deal. See you tonight?"

"Sure. Say… 8?"

I wouldn't miss it for the world was what he WANTED to say. Instead he intoned a relieved, "see you then."


Odd had sent Ulrich a text that, without the proper decoding tools, would've just been a jumble of symbols. But he knew his friend too well, and he knew what the guy had been trying to say: 'meet me here' and then an address. After catching a taxi and making his way down to whatever the address was, Ulrich noticed that he was now in front of a high-tech looking recording studio, Son Monstre, or Sound Monster. He pushed open the door and saw Jeremie standing by the receptionist's desk, waiting for him. "Hey, ready to see what the others are up to? Not even I know!"

Ulrich laughed. "I'm sure it's weird as hell. You know Odd, remember his audition for the Subdigitals?"

"Yeah, but he's gotten a lot better. Or at least that's what Aelita tells me."

Ulrich felt his head rush back to last night. Aelita cradling him as he cried in her lap, moaning on and on about how sorry he was, how he felt it was all his fault. But now was not the time for that. Now was the time to hang with friends and see what music Odd and Aelita had been concocting for some time now.

Turns out Odd had seriously changed his direction in music, as he was now crafting an entire power metal concept album about virtual heroes going to battle with some Eldritch computer virus hellbent on enslaving humanity. This immediately conjured concerned looks in Jeremie's face, but Aelita ensured him that so far, no one's even considered the story having any basis in reality. It seemed that, as always, Odd had gotten away with another one of his crazy ideas. Ulrich even felt a minor twinge of nostalgia at this. His old roommate, the man of a million schemes and twice as many pranks, had snuck past expectations and pulled off another hair-brained stunt. And god be damned if he didn't make himself look damn fine in the end. As Ulrich watched Aelita and Odd argue over guitar tones and orchestral arrangements, he noticed Jeremie sitting on a sofa with his arms crossed. The nostalgia was still in his system, so he tried to think of all the times he'd seen the kid they'd christened 'Einstein' back in school with his laptop, always running his scanner, always on the lookout activated towers. My God, he thought, I actually remember those towers.

"You look so lost without your laptop, telling us about attacks," Ulrich joked to his bespectacled friend.

"Sometimes I hear a phone go off and I'll immediately grab for my backpack, only to realize that I don't carry it around everywhere anymore," Jeremie chuckled. "It's so weird to think that all of that is behind is now."

"Well behind us," Ulrich echoed the sentiment. "You talk to anyone from school still?"

"Only Hervé."

"Hervé?"

"Yup. He's my intern."

The former classmates smirked in unison. Oh, Hervé. Einstein's old rival was always a bitter kid, never could quite match wits with Kadic's brightest and best.

"You know he and Sissi got hitched?" Jeremie broke Ulrich's thoughts with such a bizarre revelation that any nervousness about tonight was gone immediately. A windshield of emotional bugs wiped clean with a spritz of gossip.

"Seriously?"

"Yup," continued Jeremie, now with the German's attention firmly in his grasp. "Sissi and her dad lost everything when Kadic closed, and Hervé, it turns out, comes from a rich family, so you can imagine how those two are doing right now."

Ouch. Poor Hervé, Ulrich thought.

An hour or two passed and lunch break was declared. Odd exclaimed something about a great pasta place down the street, so he and Jeremie took the lead. But as he was about to follow his friends, his mind now a-swirling with alfredo-drenched ravioli, Ulrich felt a hand stop him. The lightness of the grip, the slender imprinting of fingers upon his shoulder, he almost dared to think it was her. But when he spun around, he saw not raven-black, but soft pink.

"Ulrich, I guess I should apologize about telling Yumi-" Aelita started, but Ulrich lightly touched her hand to stop her words in their tracks.

"Don't. You did good. I'm seeing her tonight," Ulrich said near clandestinely.

The girl's face, under all that marshmallow-y pink hair, let rip a smile as wide as the length from one ear to the other. She quickly hugged him, whispered "I wish you two all the luck," then she skipped off to join the others.

In the suffocating silence Aelita left in her wake, Ulrich smiled to himself. A genuine smile, the first in so long.


Of all the things that he could've thought of saying at this moment, none of them were sounding right. Ulrich had been pacing back and forth for a straight hour, slowly eroding a line into the floor of leaves that still hid away the concrete. He knew he had a way with words… as in, anything that sounded good in his head was destined, fated even, to come out the wrong way through his mouth. He couldn't really think of how often he had dreamed of this moment. Really, it had become such a regular occurrence that he never could keep track. Shit, he thought, what was he gonna say to her? It'd been four fucking years! How could he-

"Hey, been waiting long?"

Ulrich had never spun around faster in his life. Not even during his time in the tournaments had seen such speed from him.

There she was. Yumi Ishiyama. The one and only. The golden goose who got away.

"H-hey," he stuttered, warranting a giggle from the girl.

"Oh, man. It's been so long," she whispered, more to herself than him. Yumi walked over to him and hugged him tightly. Ulrich returned the hug with all his might. It almost seemed like they were trying to keep the other from falling apart.

"How've you been?" Yumi asked.

"Mrmfffmrmf," went Ulrich.

Yumi giggled again and asked him to repeat himself, just not with her shoulder in his mouth.

"I'm doing good. Better, now that you're here."

Yumi and Ulrich could feel the other blushing, the sweet warmth coming off each other's cheeks like mutual flames.

"Hmmm… same," sighed Yumi, before suggesting, "Wanna walk by the old factory?"

Ulrich shook his head 'no.' "Nah, let's just stay around here. Sit on a bench or something."

They nodded in silent agreement, and took off for the nearest bench, right by the old dorm doors. They plopped themselves down, and Yumi, from her backpack, produced a bottle of sake and two shot glasses. Ulrich nodded and took a glass, and they proceeded to fill them up, clink 'em together, then down the shots. Yumi didn't feel a thing, slamming the glass gently upside down upon the tiny space between them. Ulrich, on the other hand, hadn't done this in a while, and promptly choked and gasped for a tiny wad of air.

"You're still not used to this stuff?" Yumi asked.

"Nope," Ulrich barked between coughs, "I don't drink."

"Then why're you drinking now, dummy?"

He clutched his chest and gave her his index finger pointing upwards, a sign to give him a moment, before sputtering out, "Special occasion."

Yumi chuckled. "Fair enough."

Once the burning had given way to minor euphoria, They started looking around the abandoned schoolyard. Hard to believe that this dump was once their home. Well, home away from home, for Yumi.

"So you stayed here, huh?" He finally asked.

"Yeah," she responded, "I stayed to go to college with Jeremie, Odd, and Aelita."

"Hmm."

"Surprised you didn't come with us."

He shrugged. "I'm not smart enough for academia. And don't tell me I should've just studied, we all know I was never one for school."

Yumi nodded as she poured two fresh shots. Raise, clink, down the hatches, and Ulrich's end, one less cough than the first round.

"I saw your last tourney on TV," said Yumi, "you did real well."

"Oh please, I got my ass handed to me."

"Yeah, in the finals. You got really far, farther than I probably could."

"Why didn't you stick with Pencak Silat? You were ten times better than me. Don't you remember all our sparring sessions?"

"I didn't have your drive. Your determination. You weren't just doing it to impress your dad, or to impress me, you did it because you believed in it. I didn't have that ambition in me."

"So, what did you do instead?"

Another round was poured. Raise, clink, gulp. No coughing.

"I went into Japanese studies. Decided to do something that involved my heritage, ya' know?"

"Ah, yeah. Makes sense."

In the moonlight, Ulrich could see her outline like it was a drawing. Her clothes were more tight-fitting than he'd seen before, illuminating those small but sweet curves all the better. The moon had drawn her figure in the darkness, and he remembered all the nights they had spent together.

"You know, I've really missed you," Ulrich said finally, his eyes locked on her face, hoping it would turn towards him. His wish, thankfully, was granted.

"I've missed you too." Something sparkled in her eye before running down her face. "You know," wiping the sparkle away, she continued, "I replay that fight so often in my head. I can still hear the glass shattering against the wall. I can still feeling your hands on my shoulder, telling me to calm down. Telling me how you felt. God, I even dream about the moment you went through the fucking door. Last time I saw you. I dream about you turning back and looking one last time."

Ulrich said nothing, not wanting to interrupt her thoughts with everything he had wanted to say for the past four years.

"You were right to be angry, you know," she went on, "to be angry at me. I fucked up, and I lost you in the process. God, you know… my biggest regret is not remembering why we fought. Why we broke up. I can't remember any of it."

The German soon felt a great pang in his heart. "You… you don't?"

Yumi scooted closer to him, enough that maybe she could hear the pounding in his chest. "I don't. I wish I could."

Ulrich felt himself shake slightly. "Yumi-"

But before he could finish, Yumi had grabbed the sides of his head and forced him into a rough, long-awaited kiss. The sweet hybrid of sake and lavender snaked in through his nose and melted away the rage that was ready to bubble over, along with all of the surroundings. All he could feel was Yumi sneaking in closer to his body, her hand coming to rest upon his chest, as her lips tangled vehemently with his. Ulrich pulled away, but only slightly, to get her to stop and maybe listen to him.

"Yumi… we fought because I said I loved you," Ulrich said finally.

The haze of lust and long-buried longing faded in her as Yumi's eyes returned to meet his. "What…?"

"We… we were in bed, na-naked…" he started, "and I was ready to, uh, enter… and we were drunk… and you were so happy…"

"Ulrich, what're you saying?"

The German reached for the sake bottle and his shot glass and poured himself his own lone round. He downed it, then went on with his recollection.

"You were so happy… smiling… laughing… kissing me… and I thought to myself, 'this moment could never end,' so I… decided to say what I wanted to say… since the moment I met you…"

Yumi could feel him shake and squirm, so she moved the sake bottle and her shot glass to the ground, followed by extracting his glass from his wavering hand and placing it with the other. "Ulrich, sweetie…" She moved in close, arms snaked around him in an almost motherly manner.

"I said, 'Yumi Ishiyama… I love you… and… and you got so mad… so so mad…"

She held him as he started to cry.

She held him like she should've held him four years ago.


A/N:

No one's gotten the reference in the other story yet.

That's cool.

Anyways.

This is gonna be a two-parter.

Sex and stuff to follow in second chapter.

Stick around if you want.

Read, review, favourite, follow, harass me, whatever.

Love and strychnine,

~Misery Curtains