Izabera was an oblivious girl.
It didn't take a rocket science to figure that out. She was oblivious to why the girls around her idolized her. She was oblivious when the boys began to crush on her. She was oblivious to her cousin and what he was capable of. She was just..oblivious. Tamaki was charming, the twins were devious, Haruhi was straight-forward. Izzy was oblivious. It was in her nature. It was endearing but still worrisome.
She didn't realize that sometimes Ozawa's gaze was too soft, too longing when she looked at the brunette. Or that sometimes Izuru was a couple of minutes late to kendo club because he detoured in order to drop his love letter off. She didn't realize that to the Host Club, her sisterly role wasn't just a role to play to them. She didn't realize that Chiba still watched her with lovesick eyes even though she insisted nothing would ever come from it.
Sometimes it was interesting to watch. Other times it was frustrating.
Mori admittedly didn't pay much attention to girls despite being in the Host Club. The feelings the girls had for them were shallow so he didn't bother to pay it any mind. He liked being around his friends and so that's all that really mattered.
Then Giovanni Izabera came along.
Like the other girls, he didn't pay her much mind when they first met. More so because she didn't pay them much mind after she first crashed into him. She did her best to avoid them all in all honesty, severely weirded out. Too bad she wasn't aware of how relentless they could all be. But she joined their ranks easily, seamlessly fitting in with the group.
And Mori...well...he began to pay more attention.
Mostly because of her oblivious nature. But for other reasons as well. Mainly because she didn't fall over herself for any of them. She treated them the same as Haruhi and he figured that's what grabbed Tamaki's attention so quickly. She found them all to be ridiculous and to be fair, they often were just that, and she had no problem telling them so.
It spoke volumes that she was able to get along so well even if she thought they were too ridiculous. She didn't find that so amusing whenever Kyoya pointed that out to her but never argued the point.
She got along, most of all, with Mori. He was aware that a lot of the student body were intimidated by him. He didn't go out of his way to have that sort of reputation but he couldn't help his personality. He got used to it, wasn't so offended by it. His quiet disposition unnerved her at first but she got over it quickly enough. Now they got along well. Too well, some would even say.
Mori enjoyed her. He enjoyed her genuine confusion from them, her sarcastic humor and her odd bouts of speaking in her mother language. Mori just enjoyed Izabera, her easy friendship and her beauty was a bonus. It was just a shame others enjoyed her as well. It wasn't like he had any claims to the brunette. All he could was look out for her and keep her close to him. He could deal with the soft spot he had for her.
He, like the rest of the room, watched as she and Tamaki shared the piano bench. Tamaki's piano playing was always elegant but Izabera played powerfully. They complimented one another and it was a real talent for them to blend their styles together. It was a nice experience and the girls were completely enraptured. Mori wasn't sure how to tell Izzy that Kyoya would force her into playing more often with Tamaki now that it was obvious the girls enjoyed it.
Izzy's ponytail bounced as she threw her head back and began singing. Honestly none of them knew what she was even singing as she reverted to her mother tongue but her voice flowed with the playing.
"I wonder if she realizes Kyoya-senpai is going to make her do this again," Haruhi mused with her arms folded across her chest. The girls around them were cooing and sighing, a good sign. Izzy's voice was throaty as she sang in Italian, her words dipped in honey as she belted out a foreign love song.
"I don't think she does," Hikaru's grin was impish, probably thinking of Izzy's impending reaction when Kyoya would inevitably mention it. He wondered if she would start cursing him in Italian. He was almost positive that Izzy tended to have a potty mouth when speaking in her own language.
When Tamaki and Izzy finished, they were immediately surrounded. Mori could just tell she was overwhelmed with the attention, smiling weakly as they fussed over her. Her face flushed but it almost looked like she was tucking herself closer to Tamaki.
"You never said you could sing, Senpai," Kaoru said immediately when Club ended. Izzy glanced distractedly at him, balancing a tray of fine China.
"I didn't think it was a big deal." She made a face, blushing as she did so. "I got a little bit too into the playing, it happens sometimes," she tried to play it off, waving her talent off.
"Don't be surprised if Kyoya-senpai makes you play again with Tamaki-senpai," Haruhi pointed out as Izzy took most of the dishes to her tray. "The girls really loved it today."
Izzy pouted, not bothering to argue the point because that made sense. He made her into a Host when he realized Haruhi pulled in more girls with her around. Of course, he'd capitalize off of anything the girls liked. She was surprised when Mori leaned over and tugged on the end of her ponytail. "Your fault."
She sighed dramatically. "No need to rub it in, Mori."
Haruhi had a strange face as she watched the two. Tamaki came bounding over at that moment, ruining the odd but short interaction between the two third-years. "You're quite talented, Senpai. We should play again!"
Izzy smiled at him, ignoring the fact that he was practically shouting in her face. "Thank you, Tamaki. It was a lot of fun." She was completely used to his excitable nature by now, even finding it amusing at times.
"What was the song about?" Kaoru prompted.
"Oh, just a love song about an unrequited love."
She missed the very dry look thrown to her by Haruhi.
Haruhi was surprised to see Izzy but even more so surprised to see that the brunette was alone. Izzy smiled cheerfully, holding up a packaged box. "I brought strawberry cheesecake," she said by way of greeting. She was dressed in a short black skirt and a graphic shirt tucked into the waistband of the skirt. Her hair was piled messily on top of her hair, looking stylish without even trying.
Haruhi offered a smile and waved her inside. "You don't have to bring cake everytime, Senpai," she led Izzy towards the kitchen. "Although I do appreciate it, my dad really likes cheesecake."
"My grandparents would have a fit if I showed up unannounced without bringing a gift, it's rude. Is your dad home? I'd love to meet him."
Haruhi made a face. "No, he's already left for the day. Maybe next time but I'll let him know you brought cheesecake. I'm surprised the Host Club isn't with you," Haruhi made conversation as Izzy set the cake down on the table. Izzy didn't immediately reply, busying herself with the cake.
"I'm sure that they'll pop up at some point now that you've mentioned them," the older brunette mused once they were sitting at the table. "Anyway, I dropped by with the cake because I wanted to apologize for the last time I was here. I kind of...ah...brought the mood down with talk of my cousin." Izzy waved her fork around, avoiding Haruhi's gaze.
"Are you apologizing for having a panic attack?" she asked with raised eyebrows. Izzy didn't reply at first, lips pursed before nodding tightly. "There's nothing to apologize for, Senpai. You can't help having a panic attack, we understood that."
Izzy laughed dryly but still avoided having to look at Haruhi. "Mori said something along those lines too…" she muttered, resting her cheek against her fist. Haruhi quirked a brow but she missed the look entirely.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"Not really but I should," Izzy answered truthfully before finally looking at Haruhi. "My cousin is convinced I'll take the family's company from him. Which, if we're being honest, is ridiculous but I doubt they were even considering him from the start," Izzy rolled her eyes. "So he keeps telling me to go back to Italy. At first it was just words he was throwing at me but perhaps he's getting desperate."
He did warn her that she would regret the day they even met. To be fair though, she didn't need that much help in regretting it. Katsu was turning out to be a huge pain in the neck for her.
"My grandfather is sick, he's dying and...he wanted to meet me. I don't know why, maybe because my mother was his favorite. I kept saying I'd stay until Hiroki says otherwise but...maybe I should just go back home."
Haruhi didn't say anything for a long time. "You could go back home," she decided after a thoughtful pause. "Is that what you want to do? No one can force you to do anything, Bera-senpai. Will it really change the circumstances if you go back to Italy?"
No. Shinobu would still want her as the heiress. To Shinobu, Izzy had exactly what she was looking for when it came to her successor. She was smart and stern and couldn't be bullied into backing down. She knew when to argue and she knew when to observe and plot for later. She had an easy grasp on her emotions and her poker face was perfect.
Even if Izzy left for Italy, it wouldn't change Shinobu's mind. If their family business fell to Katsu, he would destroy it. Takuma would dictate his every decision and he would make sure that Takuma got the biggest slice of the pie.
The business Hiroki worked his entire life to build would be run to the ground in mere years. Could she let that happen? Everything Chihiro had done thus far would be for nothing if it fell to Takuma and Katsu. Could she do that to her aunt? To the woman who didn't even want the damn position but had no choice because her sister wanted to run off to be someone's wife.
But she didn't want the company either.
Izzy wasn't really sure what she wanted.
She thought she wanted to return to Italy as quickly as possible, she thought she wanted nothing to do with Japan. But that wasn't true, now was it? She enjoyed Japan, she enjoyed the different culture and she enjoyed the friends she made. She enjoyed the Host Club and Fumiko, Yuna and Ayame. Hisa. The kendo club. She enjoyed getting to know her Japanese roots.
Izzy paused. Well, that was alarming. She told herself when she first came to Japan that she wouldn't get attached. That she would complete her last year of high school and spend time with Hiroki before leaving. That was the plan, it was what all parties agreed on. It's what she's been telling herself since day one.
So why did the thought of leaving make her so…
Unsatisfied?
"I think I'm having a crisis here."
Haruhi laughed right in her face, not that she was really surprised about it. The younger girl was known to be blunt as hell. It didn't really offend her or anything, she liked that about Haruhi. She felt like she could be herself around her. "I know you entitled rich kids are used to having others decide things for you but you can make your own decisions, you know. You should try it sometime."
Izzy sat back, leaning her head over the back of the chair with a great big sigh. "How I long to live the simple life of a...what do they call you?"
"A commoner."
"Right, a commoner. How I long to live the simple life of a commoner." She spoke with a dramatic flair to her tone, causing both of them to break down in laughter. "Lord, my family is insane," she said once she controlled her laughter. She sat back with a grin despite her dour thoughts. "Thanks for listening, Haruhi. I, uh, I really appreciate it."
Haruhi smiled back at her. She could tell Izzy just wasn't used to genuine friendship. It made her wonder what type of friends she had back in Italy, if she even had friends at all. Izzy just seemed like she was in a league of her own and that maybe it was hard for her to have actual friends. She was pretty guarded with her emotions and feelings.
"Anytime, Senpai." Haruhi shrugged. "It's what friends are for, remember that. I know the Host Club can be a little...overwhelming at times but they really do mean well. They might go overboard but they're always there with a helping hand."
Izzy's smile was slow and almost...shy. It was endearing, Haruhi realized. She nodded, like maybe she didn't trust her voice at the moment. The two brunettes ate their cake in amicable silence after that. They stored the cake away when they were done and even though Haruhi insisted otherwise, Izzy helped her finish the rest of her daily chores for the day.
She was surprised the older girl even knew how to clean properly but Izzy simply replied that her grandparents were the ones responsible for that. She enjoyed her luxurious life but knowing how to complete regular housework was vital, she liked to think.
"You and Mori-senpai are close," Haruhi said as they walked from the grocery store. They were each carrying a bag as they made their way back to Haruhi's apartment. Izzy looked down at Haruhi, an eyebrow raised at the very sudden switch in their conversation.
"We're...friends?" She was confused as to why Haruhi felt the need to point that out. Maybe she was close with Mori but wasn't that a given since they were closer in age and shared the majority of their classes together?
"It's just an observation," Haruhi replied simply with a thin shrug of her shoulders. "A lot of the girls are just intimidated by him. Not that anyone could be blamed for it."
"Well, he certainly is intimidating but he's just a big softie in reality," Izzy shrugged nonchalantly, seemingly avoiding Haruhi's gaze. "I'm close with all of you."
"Maybe," Haruhi hummed casually, smiling almost secretly.
"Do you know something I don't know or something?" Izzy pressed, finally eyeing the younger girl. "It's not like you to beat around the bush."
Haruhi snorted. "I could say the same about you, Senpai. I'm only saying, you two are really close. Is there something else there?"
"Something else? What else could there be?" Izzy pressed with a blank expression.
Haruhi would have laughed but Izzy's genuine confusion gave her pause. She stared at the older girl for a long time, blinking. Realization settled in that Izzy was completely oblivious as to what she was trying to get at. "Senpai," she intoned flatly. "You can't be that oblivious."
Izzy opened her mouth, no doubt for a smart rebuttal but closed it immediately. The Host Club appeared at that very moment, putting a quick stop to that particular conversation. "Told you they'd make an appearance," Izzy commented dryly as they met them halfway.
"Told you Bera-senpai would be with Haruhi," Kaoru smiled smugly. He and Hikaru eyed Izzy's outfit, seemingly satisfied with her apparel. They didn't even bother to look over Haruhi's outfit, knowing fashion was lost on her.
"You didn't answer any of our calls," Hikaru pointed out, quite offended that Izzy would blatantly ignore them. Izzy only smiled at him, not the least bit sorry. "Let me guess, more studying?"
"Nope. I brought cheesecake for Haruhi and her dad," Izzy replied. "Since we tend to show up unannounced all the time."
"Cheesecake?" Honey's eyes brightened.
"Not for you," Mori said.
He pouted but Izzy could only laugh, maybe Haruhi would offer him a slice. Although she wasn't sure if he could be trusted to eat just one slice. She shifted her bag of groceries and patted at his knee, knowing he'd be quite disappointed if he didn't get at least a slice. Honey shimmied down Mori's back, determined to talk Haruhi into sharing.
Mori wordlessly reached for Izzy's bag of groceries, easily taking it from her. She smiled, letting him take it with an appreciative thank you. Tamaki blinked, watching the interaction before quickly snatching Haruhi's groceries, hoping to at least get a smile. Haruhi only blinked at him, uttering a careful thank you.
Kyoya tried to hide his snort of amusement.
Izzy raised an eyebrow, fist resting against her hip. She smiled weakly, feeling for Tamaki but also wondering why Haruhi's nonchalance even surprised him anymore. She patted him on the shoulder, silently commending him for not giving up, before following after Haruhi. She stuck close to Mori, holding a high energy conversation with Kaoru and Hikaru.
She appreciated the high energy that came with the Host Club. They seamlessly took her mind off of everything that was bothering her at that moment. She felt like a normal girl around them despite them being not so normal themselves. She didn't feel like Izabera, she felt like just Bera.
And she liked it.
Izzy stared hard at her test. A 71. Now that was just barely passing and that was not acceptable. She tapped her nail against her desktop, contemplating on how to pull her grades up. Midterms were fast approaching and she had to score high enough. Izzy not being in the Top 10 would be an absolute disgrace.
She pursed her lips and shoved her test into her folder before shoving that folder into her bag, unaware of Hisa standing over her. "My, what did the test do to you?" the honey-blond asked, grinning when Izzy visibly jumped.
"Wear a bell around your neck," Izzy grumbled irritably, "And mind your business."
Hisa tapped her chin, making a show out of it. "Oh, don't tell me. You didn't get a passing mark? My, Izabera, I thought you were smarter than that. This is the top class after all. It'll be embarrassing if you have to take lower class."
Izzy stared at her, unimpressed. "Thank you, Hisa, for the lovely advice. Ah, by the way, your makeup is a little smudged. I can see that blemish on your chin." She smiled smugly as Hisa gaped, horrified. She slapped a hand over her chin and fled the classroom, ignoring Izzy as she shouted about not being late to Host Club afterwards.
"I thought you were friends with Ozawa-hime," Honey commented as they readied to leave for their last class of the day.
"We're friends," Izzy continued to smile. "Sometimes she has to be taken down a peg. She'll be fine," she waved it off, knowing Hisa was going to have some sort of snide remark later on. She followed Mori and Honey as usual once classes were over, chatting amicably with Honey about desserts and sweets on their way to Host Club.
She was able to push her mediocre History grade to the back of her mind for the time being. She didn't have much of a choice. Her hosting facade didn't come as naturally to her as Haruhi's did, hence why she wasn't the natural host. It took her some effort to keep up her persona but only because she thought the girls were a bit dimwitted.
That didn't mean she necessarily disliked the girls. Most of them were nice. They tended to remind her of clumsy puppies. Cute but a little dumb. It was welcomed this time around, as she rather not think of all her other issues at that point. But still, Host Club could only last so long. She was back at square one, worrying about her mediocre grades, her insane family and anything else that was bothering her.
She was clearly out of it, barely following as Mori and Honey led the way out. It was an amazing feat she didn't fall over or run into a wall but that must've had something to do with Mori subtlety guiding her every now and then. A gentle pull at her elbow, a hand to her back, a playful yank at her hair.
"Hey, Mori?" Izzy prompted as they made their way down the grand staircase. She felt a little awkward asking Mori for help but she wasn't sure what else she could do. She couldn't keep these low scores. "Midterms are coming up. I'm confident in most of the subjects except for History. Would you mind helping me out with studying for it?"
"Sure." Mori agreed far more easily than she thought he would. She blinked, clearly caught off guard by his easy agreement.
She stared up at him, somewhat put off by his easy agreement. She didn't want to bother him and she knew that Mori was far too nice to say so. At least, she thought he was. He was usually straight to the point with anything else. "Really? You didn't even think about it, are you sure? You know you don't have to agree."
Mori met her stare without a problem. "Nothing to think about," he shrugged. "I can help you study."
Izzy paused at the bottom of the staircase, still staring at him. She folded her arms behind her back and leaned towards him. "I was right about you, you know," she smiled prettily. "You're a big ol' softie." Izzy winked. She turned in a flourish, skipping off towards the Host Club to say goodbye and completely missed the slight blush darkening Mori's face.
"Wait, Mori-senpai is coming over?" Fumiko's eyes bugged out of her head Sunday afternoon. Izzy glanced at her, eyebrows quirked.
"Yes? To study."
Fumiko stormed into the bedroom. "A study date, Iz? You can't wear that!" She bypassed her cousin completely, going straight for the expansive closet. Izzy watched her, hand on her hip but she didn't bother trying to stop her. Her cousin was small but she was strong when she was feeling passionate.
Unimpressed, Izzy tapped her foot impatiently. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing now?"
Fumiko poked her head out of the closet, glaring at the brunette. "You made sure to look cute for that date with Chiba but won't do the same for Mori-senpai? Those are basically pajamas!"
Izzy rolled her eyes and took a deep breath. "Fufu, you're being ridiculous. We're studying, it's not a date. I'm not going to get gussied up to study history."
"Aha! So you admit it! You got cute for Chiba!"
Izzy plopped down at the foot of her bed. "I didn't get cute for Chiba. I just got dressed to go out, that's all." She tried to wave Fumiko's implications off.
"Either way, you're not wearing those..those rags," Fumiko huffed snobbishly. She came out of the closet, toting several articles of clothing. "And we need to do something with your hair!" Fumiko added with a shriek. Izzy gave in to her cousin, knowing she'd never hear the end of it otherwise. She let Fumiko have her way, having grown used to playing dress up thanks to Kaoru and Hikaru. She did, however, draw the line at makeup. That was completely unnecessary.
Fumiko talked her into switching her clothes out for a simple black shirt with a pair of denim shorts high on her waist with a belt to accentuate her slight waist and an oversized cardigan. Fumiko was disappointed that Izzy wouldn't let her use makeup but she admitted she didn't necessarily need it. She let her hair be free, meticulously picking at it to fluff it up.
"All right, all right. That's enough," Izzy smacked Fumiko's hands away just as Aimi began calling for her name. "Stop that, I look fine."
"Wait, just…" Fumiko began smoothing wrinkles away from Izzy's shirt. "You have to look nice! No one looks nice with wrinkles!"
"You're being ridiculous, stop it!"
The two came down the stairs hissing and swatting at one another, pausing when Chihiro loudly cleared her throat. She was in the front hall with Aimi and Mori, looking unimpressed. Fumiko bounded forward first, smiling brightly at Mori. "Nice to see you, Mori-senpai!" Fumiko was practically singing as she joined her mother's side. "Iz says you guys are studying for the midterms."
"Something you should be doing as well," Chi commented blandly, eyeing her daughter from the corner of her eye. Fumiko smiled tightly but expertly ignored the jab.
"It's just for history," Mori amended. It wasn't like Izzy needed help in all subjects. "She's fine with everything else."
"Izabera is smart but I could see how she might struggle trying to learn Japanese History when all she knows is Italian History. I hope you'll be patient with her," Chi offered a polite smile.
"You're very kind, Morinozuka-san," Aimi grinned, eyes darting towards Izzy. "The young Miss is lucky to have a friend like you. By the way, did she return your jacket?"
Izzy pinched the bridge of her nose, missing Fumiko and Aimi's twin grins. "She did," Mori answered, oblivious to whatever had them grinning.
"That's enough, shoo," Izzy finally interfered, waving them away. "Leave him alone, please," she rolled her eyes, exasperated as Fumiko and Aimi slipped away with their grins.
"Izabera is right, leave them to their studying," Chi said over their cackles and giggles. She reached for Mori and patted at his hand. "I leave my niece in your care, Takashi." Chihiro left after that but not before giving Fumiko a meaningful glare.
"I suppose I should study a bit too," Fumiko dramatically sighed.
"Maybe you could ask Kyoya for some help," Izzy innocently suggested, grinning as Fumiko's face immediately flushed. The younger of the two had no comeback, opting to beat a hasty retreat instead. Aimi chuckled but followed after her, knowing Izabera's closet was a mess.
Mori watched Fumiko retreat. "Kyoya?"
Izzy's smile was innocent. "She may have a crush on him," she shrugged her thin shoulders. "Which, I must say, is unfortunate but it's none of my business." Izzy brushed it off, wondering if Fumiko would be offended that she revealed her crush to Mori. "Ah, don't tell anyone I told you." She waved her hand, as if that would dismiss the entire thing. Mori grunted in agreement but that wasn't enough for Izzy. She eyed him, frowning. "I mean it, Mori. Not even Honey-chan."
His eyebrow twitched and he stared at her for a long time. Izzy stared back, unwilling to back down. She wasn't worried about Mori revealing Fumiko's crush to anyone. It was Honey who tended to babble to anyone that would listen. If Honey mentioned the to crush to anyone, Fumiko would kill her. Hell, all Honey needed to do was mention the crush to Tamaki and it would be over.
"...Ah."
Izzy leaned in, hands on her hips. "Promise?"
"Mm."
She squinted before holding her hand up to him, pinky finger extended. Her brothers always told her to never break a pinky promise and she always took that seriously. "Pinky promise?" she prompted. She felt a little silly but it was far too late to take it back now.
Mori reached up before she could take it back, curling his pinky around hers. "Promise."
She blinked, somewhat surprised once more by his easy compliance to her. She almost felt guilty for making him keep something from Honey but there was no way in Hell Fumiko would let her live knowing she spilled the beans about her crush. "Okay, good. This stays between us."
There was something very intimate about that and the air around them became heavy to her. She felt like this once before but she wasn't sure if the same could be said for Mori. Stubbornly, she ignored that feeling. "Come on," Izzy pulled her hand away and turned sharply, keeping her hand pressed to her chest. Her face was hot but she ignored it, bounding off towards the living room. She waved him over to the table, where her textbook and notes were already laid out.
Mori immediately figured out why she was having such a hard time with History. "You're trying to remember too much," he pointed out, glancing over her notes. Izzy frowned and looked at his notes, comparing them to hers. "Summarize."
"Oh," Izzy blinked, realizing that her notes were much longer and drawn out than Mori's notes. "I see what you mean," she leaned in closer, hair falling over his arm. "I guess I try to get everything down because I'm at a disadvantage." She scooted closer to him, leaning nearly into his lap to further compare. "Suppose I could cut my notes in half…"
Izzy paused, thinking it over. "Maybe I could copy your notes down and…" she paused, lips pursing as a thought hit her. Mori's scent was suddenly so overwhelming and she realized too late that she was invading his personal space. With a hard blush, she pulled away, looking anywhere but at him. She wasn't sure if it would be worth it to apologize or not. Knowing Mori, he'd brush it off either way. It's not like he even acknowledged that she was a girl, she thought petulantly. That thought only made her blush harder.
"Ah," Izzy laughed nervously, brushing her hair over her shoulder before clearing her throat. "So, um, we could try using your notes and then you could quiz me?"
Izzy, Mori realized, had an interesting way of studying. She copied his notes down in Japanese but he noted that when she read out loud, it was in Italian. It was interesting to hear the Japanese translated into Italian though he was positive that she was mostly cursing in frustration.
Cute.
It wasn't such an alarming thought for him to have. Izzy was cute, she did cute things. He often had the same thoughts about Honey or Haruhi or sometimes even the twins. The difference, he noted, was the odd spout of warmth in his chest whenever he thought of that particular brunette.
It was...different. But not a bad different. He liked it.
He liked it a lot.
TeeBeMe: You know what I often forget? Ouran is set in the early to mid 2000s, or at least I think it its because that's when it came out. I sometimes have to ask myself if Izzy's fashion sense is too modern for that time, the fashion back then, in my taste, was questionable lol. But whatever.
I think it's kind of ironic and amusing that Mori realizes the attraction other characters have towards Izzy but is a little oblivious that he's the one she's crushing on. Like he insists on looking out for her because he thinks she's oblivious, which she is, but my dude, you oblivious too. I love shit like that. We love it here.
Oh and Happy New Year! Honestly, after 2020, 2021 scares a me little but let's be hopeful, yes? Please enjoy and drop a review! And always stay safe.