šŗ Dominic's POV
"Lend me twenty bucks?" he asks, voice soft-too soft.
That's it.
No boba tantrum.
No dramatic puppy eyes.
Just a quiet request... and an expression I've never seen on him before.
I have no idea what just happened.
But I hand him the twenty.
No questions.
He takes it like it's nothing and starts heading for the door, hazy and distant.
"Hey, man, where the hell do you think you're going?" I bark, straightening up from the couch.
"Out. I'll be back in an hour or so," he says casually, already stepping out like this is a regular Tuesday.
Hell no. There's no way I'm letting him just wander off alone. Not in this neighborhood, not with his glitter-vamp nonsense, and definitely not when he doesn't even know which way is north.
"Yo! Dude, stop-are you trying to get your ass run over by some car? I'm coming with you. You don't know shit around here!"
I reach out and grab his wrist. It's instinct. Protective.
But he turns back-and yanks his hand out of mine.
And his face?
He's genuinely annoyed.
"Puppy," he says firmly. "I can take care of myself."
His tone? Calm, but serious. No flailing, no sparkle-eyed drama. Just... Lean. Grown-up Lean. A version I haven't seen.
"I'm stupid, not a kid," he continues. "I'm twenty. I used to have a life outside of home. I was a college student. I know how to survive a trip down the street. You don't need to babysit me."
And with that, he storms off.
I'm left at the door-busted, confused, and weirdly... hurt.
That wasn't the glittering chaos goblin I've been tripping over for the past two weeks. That was someone else. Someone older. Sharper.
He was... rude.
He talked back.
He looked me in the eye like I was the one overstepping.
But...
He has a point, doesn't he?
He's twenty.
He's not a kid.
He's a literal vampire for god's sake-he has powers, speed, instincts.
Still-why do I feel like I need to protect him?
Why does watching him walk away like that make something tight coil in my chest?
Ugh. No. Screw it. Be rude, then. Whatever.
I don't care.
I'll stay right here. Not like I'm worried or anything.
...
But what if he gets lost?
He doesn't know the neighborhood.
What if some idiot tries to mug him?
What if monster hunters spot him?
Goddammit.
Sure, he's a vampire. But he's also a sugar-high disaster in unicorn socks who could get emotionally bullied by a group of toddlers if they organized properly.
No. Nope. Not happening.
I'm following him.
Not close. Not enough to get caught. As he will get more pissed I guess! Though I don't know if he have that ability of getting pissed.
Just far enough to keep him safe.
If he sees me, I'll deny everything.
But I'm not letting him go alone.
He's gonna hate me for this.
Too bad.
*15 minutes after*
Okay. I'm fifty meters behind him.
I can still see that shiny blond head bobbing through the crowd and smell boba. Thank you, wolf senses. Built-in vampire tracking system? Activated.
Wait-where's he going?
Yup. He's looking around like a lost deer in downtown traffic. Confused, turning his head in all directions. Should I help him?
...Nah. Not happening. Mr. "I Can Handle My Own Shit" can figure it out. I'll get involved only if he ends up cooked.
Okay-he's moving again. Finally.
WAIT-FUCK-
HE'S LOOKING AROUND-
I drop into a bush like I've trained for this my whole life.
He didn't see me, right?
Right??
I mean, he is a bat. I've read bats have poor eyesight.
He keeps walking forward.
Phew. Mission Stealth Mode: still active.
WAIT-
DUDE CHECK THE DAMN TRAFFIC LIGHTS BEFORE CROSSING-
I nearly leap out of the bush when he almost gets flattened.
But no. He's fast. Like, stupid fast.
He told me that's a vampire thing. Super speed or whatever. Flash cosplay.
Still. I should keep up.
...Ugh. No. No no no-
FUCK.
I just stepped into a pothole.
A muddy pothole.
I'm wet. I'm soaked. I need a refund on life.
Fuck you, government!
I need a full bath, a therapist, and maybe a tetanus shot.
Where'd that glitter chicken go now?
*Sniff! Sniff!*
Yup. Found him. I can still catch his scent-down the next street.
There he is.
Wait-what's he doing?
Oh. Social work?
He's helping a grandma cross the road. Wow. Wholesome.
WAIT A MINUTE! Fuck no glittery ass, you can't pick her upin bridal-style, suitcase and all, and sprint across the street like a golden tornado.
DUDE! DO IT IN THE HUMAN WAY!!
You can't carry a whole 1950s grandma like that! She probably thinks she got abducted by an angel on Red Bull!
At least he set her down gently.
She looks like she's still alive.
Probably.
People are staring.
Some are yelling.
Back off, civilians.
Touch my-
I mean, the vampire I'm currently responsible for, and you'll have me to answer to me or end up as my evening snacks with some good old mayo.
Not because he's mine or anything.
No. Noooo.
That just slipped out.
*Bi panic intensifies*
Okay. Focus, Dom.
What's he doing now?
He's talking to that lady. A hot one.
Wait. Is he gonna hunt her?
I've seen the movies-vampires seduce beautiful women, lure them into alleys...
Oh God. He's pulling the vampire charm thing, I know it-
...But she is damn hot, should I ask her out for a, hehe hot date!
No Dom!
Not the time to be fuckboy!
FOCUS!
She's pointing somewhere.
Oh.
He was asking for directions.
Okay, not a hunt. Not a sexy neck-chomp.
Phew.
Good.
Still... she was kinda hot. Should I ask her out? Maybe later. Hehe Hot date, get it?
NO DOMINIC FOCUS.
I slapped myself back to the glitter gremlin.
You're tailing a feral vampire who nearly gave a granny a heart attack. Eyes on the mission. Stay fifty meters back.
Time to run again.
God, why is my life like this?
šŗ Dominic's POV (continued):
Okay. He's turning down the quiet street.
Very vampire of him.
What's he gonna do now?
Hunt some innocent passerby?
No-wait. He's stopping-
At a little bakery?
...What?
I squint from behind the bush.
Did he get another sugar craving? Or is this his evil villain arc?
Is he gonna rob that shop??
Shit.
He lives with me-if he gets arrested, the cops will definitely drag my ass too.
Great. Accessory to cupcake crime.
But wait a second -he's got the IQ of a five-year-old on a milkshake high.
There's no way he could rob a store. He'd probably end up hugging the security guard.
He comes out a minute later.
My wolf night vision kicks in-bless those supernatural perks.
I'm basically a wolf ninja right now.
He walks over to the bench under the cherry tree. It's a quiet street, real peaceful.
Almost... weirdly peaceful and dark.
Meanwhile, I'm crouched behind this trashy bush like a wild forest predator watching prey.
And the mosquitoes?
Oh, they're eating me alive.
This is the real horror story: one oversized vampire in Payless goth fashion and a swarm of tiny winged bloodsuckers draining me faster than rent.
I swat one off my neck.
(For the record, mosquitoes and vampires? Basically the same creature. Both are obsessed with blood and annoying as hell. One just sings slightly worse-wait, no. Same.)
But back to mission: chaos.
What's this maniac doing now?
Oh. Cupcakes.
Like seriously! He walked through downtown traffic, risked being hit by six cars, and gave a grandma whiplash just to buy... cupcakes. Abd I was following him like he's gonna turn into batman arc!
Bro!
WAIT.
He's pulling something out of his pocket-
A candle?
He's putting it in the cupcake, and his hands? It's shaky now to mess the cup cake's icing! Like dude just plunge that down you look like some mad scientist doing some shady experiment.
Lighting it up?
Okay-
WHAT IN THE WHOLESOME HELL IS GOING ON??
Wait-
He's clapping??
And... singing?
No.
No.
He's singing Happy Birthday.
But not the cheerful kind. Not even the sarcastic kind.
It's this weird, sadistic little version, soft and off-key, like he's mocking himself:
> "Happy birthday to me...
Happy birthday to me...
Happy birthday to baby bat...
May all your curses come true..."
And then-
He blows out the candle.
With a breath that sounds like it's carrying years of weight.
...
Fuck.
Does that mean... today's his birthday?
Today? Right now? December 7th?
He asked me the date. I thought it was some cryptic vampire nonsense.
All that shopping.
All the walking.
All the glitter and chaos and fighting and cupcakes and tantrums-
And not once did he say a word.
Not a damn thing.
He bought himself a cupcake. Sat alone on a bench. Sang himself happy birthday in a back alley.
Like he wasn't expecting anyone else to remember.
Like he never expected anyone ever would.
...
Goddamn it.
That little undead gremlin.
He didn't even hint it was his birthday. He probably didn't want to make a big deal out of it. Or maybe he didn't think anyone would care. Maybe he's used to spending it alone. Used to not having a home. Or a family. Or-
Fuck.
I feel like someone punched my lungs.
And now?
Now I'm just watching him from a bush like some guilt-soaked cryptid while he stares at a sad little candle that's already melting crooked in the frosting.
He deserves better.
I don't care if he's a vampire. I don't care if he's chaotic or clingy or sparkles like a broken disco ball. No one-not even an undead idiot-should have to spend their birthday alone.
Not while I'm around.
But... what do I even say?
Do I just walk up and be like, "Hey bro, sorry I stalked you all day and also missed your birthday"?
What if he gets pissed?
What if he tells me to leave him alone again?
What if he doesn't want me there?
What if-
No.
No what ifs. Screw it.
He's not eating that damn cupcake alone.
I'm going.
Even if I make a fool of myself.
Even if I have to sit on that cold bench and awkwardly sing the real version of Happy Birthday while glaring at the candle like it owes me money.
He's not spending this moment alone.
Not tonight.
I reached him from behind!
Yup I am a predator! I alpha wolf! *proud mode*
I am good at hide and attack, he didn't even catch a hint I am sneaking behind him, and then I clasped his shoulder!
"Hey Sparky Bat! You living in my apartment and not even inviting me to your little birthday arrangement!! How ungrateful you vampires are!".
I tried to act cool but it's Lean, he have to make a whole disaster out of everything!
My dude jumped so hard, he nearly launched himself into space, like Holy Ghost smaked him from behind, and tripped over the cupcake.
"Who the fuc- oh puppers!! What..what are you doing here!!!"
He is scared the shit out of his pants like his afterlife flashing before his eyes, it's hilarious to watch, yup I am asending to hell for scaring a poor birthday bat out of his coffin!
I cross my arms as I tower over him,
"What do you think you are doing out here? Huh! Who even the fuck are you! I followed you cause I thought you are going on some human hunting spree! And why won't you tell me it's your fucking birthday!
I mean- I am a world class grump Yes! But not a heartless! Who the hell celebrate his birthday like some funeral?"
but he looks down and lowers his eyes,
"I...I am sorry, I didn't meant to hurt you, I...I thought I was just caused you enough problems to deal with, I just didn't wanted to bother you more! And add more burdern, And I always have my birthdays like this! Sorry I...I am going back to home".
And he starts to walk off.
Fuck!
Dude I was kidding! What's wrong with this generation can't take a joke without taking everything serious and...and making the other feel like some demon!
I yanked him close, ah..it was a bit weirdly close anyways.
"Fuck you man! Why you swing moods like some ROOSTER ON ESPRESSO GOING ON NUTS? No one is going anywhere! And we are doing this in my way!!!", I barked.
"what..what do you mean? You are not pissed on me?",hid eyes widen.
"yes I am very pissed, and if you wanna make up for that, get your pretty ass on this bench and dare not to move a bit before I say, or I swear I...I will never talk to you!!",
Apparently it worked!
I am surprised,like it was fucking rude! I thought he's going to break my nose but nah he actually listened like some obedient kid, and sat on the bench and looked at me clueless,
He looks away and fidgets with his fingers.
"Agh! Listen I am not great with my words, but it's doesn't meant what I say is what I fucking mean! Yes I am rude! But...but I am not some heartless thug, I...I just don't know how to express I care! And right now! I don't know whatever is wrong with your glittery head and your sadistic birthday story! But I want to listen ok? And you have no choice! So I hear and you speak? Do we have a deal!".
I sat by him as I clasp both his shoulders as give him a little shook, and he nodded his head biting his lips not looking at me!
"Great! Now tell me what's you favorite flavor?", and he blinks, blank stares!
"Ugh, why I need to explain everything! What's your favorite cake flavor! I ruined the cupcake, we need more of something of a decent birthday cake, and we are going to cut it here as we listen to your story!"
And he speaks with a breaking voice! "But Puppers you don't have to, your mom will be ma.." I stopped him by clutching his lips shut!
"Shut the fuck off, I will deal with mom! Now tell me what I asked you!" I looked into his brown eyes, "Butt..butterscotch", he muttered, I seriously thought he was gonna say butt for a moment "great! Just wait I am coming in a minute", I stromed into the bakery, as he sat there, and I comeback after few minutes!
"Ah, this 1 pound butterscotch is what they have now! But it's better than a sad cupcake!",
"but puppe..", "I told you not to speak before I say, ok let's get this arranged, we got this cake craker which burns like a little firework on the cake, where it goes on the cake! And hold this knife and put this on!".
I hand him over a plastic knife, and a party hat! Obviously his got his teeth stucked between the strap of this hat!
"Crap! You are such a doofus! Ok lemme help you!", I run my fingers through his curls and pulled them back as I put the hat on him! "There. Looking like a damn birthday boy! Or bat whatever!".
I took out my phone and scrolled though YouTube a bit! And put on a happy birthday song! As he looks at me in surprise "what? I am not gonna sing happy birthday at 9 pm on a street to a vampire! I have some...some dignity still left in my pocket!! I can clap with the beat though!"
He chuckled, finally! But what was the funny thing here? Anyways he's happy now somewhat! I took out my lighter and ignited the fire craker, as it sparkle like some tiny starts taking birth or fireflies juggling around, lighting the darkness a bit around us two.
And I look at him, he is looking at it with with such amusement like it's some magic and a innocent smile, a small smile tugged at corner of my lip too.
Huh! He is so innocent to be a monster, specially a bloodsucker! Too human to be a vampire.
Like look he really is just a kid, maybe...maybe I need to act a bit less rude to him, the sparkle in his brown eyes it's so mesmerizing to see, I don't know this feeling, but it's like they are not bad, so I am not complaining!
And then the fire craker fizzles off, and again there's dark.
"Here blow it out and make a wish" I hold the lighter in front of his mouth!
"Hey don't look like that, I can't afford a candle now!".
"Goof king!", he muttered with a weirdly adorable smile.
It didn't even pissed me for some reason!
He blows out the candle with a ice cold breeze! Of course.
"Alright done, now let's murder this cake!!".
He shakes his head happily, and starts to cut it with trembling hands and I can sense he is sobbing! But I pretend I didn't hear it, afterall babies cry more if you give them attention, duh common sense.
I Clap with the song buzzing on my phone!
And after half a minute he managed to cut a messy pieces out!
"Open up Puppy!" He holds the piece in front of my mouth!
"What no you...you eat it!",
"Isn't it the human custom to give the first bite to close one's? Like you are the closest thing I have now",
My brain: blanked.
I listened to you now your turn!",
"Ah... Makes sense, finally something smart outta your mouth",
He giggled! And I take the bite.
Then I snatched the piece from his hand and- WHAM, I Smashed his face with the cake!
And he gasps then grabs! Grabs a handful and smeared it on my face like a wild chipmunk!
But I am not loosing! I too took a chunk and slammed it on his face!
In no time the cake indeed is murdered.
We both now looking like some cake demons, frosting, crumbs and chaos.
And Lean just scraps out the cake from his face and starts to eat it, I crack up, and then he follows! He just fell on me and nudgeing me with more frosting and crumbles.
I ruffled his golden locks with icing, we both are laughing! Loudly! And most importantly honestly!
Ah it feels good, it's been ages since I laughed like a healthy man, after...after that disaster happened. Six years huh!
I love this feeling,
And suddenly it feels like having Lean as a company is not that bad as it looks,
but definitely chaotic.
*after few moments*
Okay, we're done.
Completely covered in cake, icing, and leftover chaos.
Lean's head is resting on my lap now. He's quiet, smiling a little-his eyes tracing the stars, mine just staring into the cold December sky.
It's freezing. Or, at least, it should be freezing. A year ago, back when I was still human, this kind of wind would've turned my bones to ice.
But now? Nothing.
Just air on skin. Just cold that doesn't quite reach me.
Funny how he's never questioned it. Why I'm always wearing a tank top, even in the dead of winter. Why I smell like the woods and wet dog after it rains.
You'd think he'd start putting two and two together. But nah-he's too soft, too distracted, too Lean to catch on. Just happy to be around me for no reason. Like that alone is enough for him.
And that's terrifying.
Anyway.
Time to address the elephant in the room.
"...Okay, so. What was your story?" I ask quietly.
He blinks up at me from my lap, looking like a cake-dusted raccoon.
"Story?" he echoes, all soft and doe-eyed.
"Yeah. When you said your birthdays are always alone. I mean-don't you brag your family's, like, vampire royalty? Crazy rich? So why no spoiled brat birthday parties with gold fountains and fireworks? What happened to the mansion raves that could feed a thousand homeless people if they weren't so disgustingly over-the-top?"
He doesn't answer right away. Just shifts a little, sits up slowly.
And then-he hugs my arm.
Like, full-body snuggle into my bicep. Like it's his personal emotional support plushie.
The kind you carry through airport security and never let go of.
He lets out a long, tired huff. Not sad. Not dramatic. Just... honest.
"Okay, so yeah... my family was rich. No question," he begins, his voice soft but steady. "But... you know how vampires have this bad rep for being cold and broody?"
He gives a little shrug against my arm.
"It's not that they don't love their family, it's just-ugh, it's too clichƩ for them to actually express it. Everyone was always busy with monster politics or running family businesses. So birthdays? Yeah, that's just a 'human thing.' We didn't really celebrate them."
He pauses.
"But I was different from the start," he says, glancing up at me with a small, bittersweet smile. "I grew up around humans. I mean, I'm awake during the day, unlike most vampires. My siblings-they're brilliant, but all homeschooled or doing long-distance learning through night colleges."
He shifts, hugging my arm tighter.
"But Momma... she is different. After she got pregnant with me, she developed that sunlight immunity. And I guess she decided-why not raise me like a human? She said humans lived better, freer lives. And she started to love the day."
He chuckles. "She took me to parks, enrolled me in a regular morning human school. Dad wasn't happy-at all-but he was too scared to argue with her. I mean... wife is wife. Doesn't matter the species. Universal law: She wins."
I actually smile at that, like an giggle to be honest.
"And that's how I met my best friend-Mazi. Total chaos gremlin. She's like my twin soul, my Bro. I'll tell you how we met later. It's... a thing. But she taught me all the human stuff. I basically spent four days a week at her place. She lives with her aunt-who, by the way, loves me like her own. AND SHE HELPED ME TO RECOGNIZE I AM INTO GUYS, again crazy story I will save it for later."
He literally brushed a kiss on my biscep, I am about to yank him away, but I am interested in his story, so never mind and it was cute too, Dom don't blush!!!
There's a pause again, and this time... it lingers.
"I miss her," he murmurs. "Maybe she misses me too. Wondering where I vanished to, just like that. I've thought about going back. But... what if those hunters are still around? What if going back means I never come out again?"
He jerks slightly and holds my arm tighter-like a child clinging to the last warm thing in a storm. I don't say anything. I just lower my chin and rest it on top of his head.
To calm him down.
Nothing else.
Don't make funny assumptions people.
He continues.
"So yeah, it was usually just me, Mazi, and Bam celebrating my birthday. At Mazi's house, in the evening. We kept it simple. My family... they usually forgot. Except for Bam and Momma."
There's a new softness in his voice when he says her name.
"She worked night shifts at the hospital. Did I ever tell you she's a nurse? Anyway-on my birthday, she'd cook my favorite butter chicken and kulchas. She's got Indian roots, so her food? Absolute divine. She'd even pack extra so Mazi and Bam could eat too."
He goes quiet again. For a second, I think he's done.
And then he whispers, almost to himself, "This year... I didn't even have them. So I thought I'd just do it myself. You know. Quietly."
There's a little laugh. Hollow, but real.
"But maybe... maybe the Big Dude up there isn't as cruel as the legends say," he murmurs. "And by the Devil's grace, you showed up. Honestly? This might be my best birthday so far-except that one year Mazi and I got wine drunk, broke into school, and egged the principal's office at night."
He grins. "Don't look at me like that! We vampires are practically raised on wine-not the red kind. Real wine. And Mazi was just... curious. Bad influence. I swear it wasn't my fault!"
---
I stare at him.
This little glitter-shedding, cupcake-murdering vampire just trauma-dumped his life on my arm like it was a weighted blanket.
I want to say something. Something that won't sound like sarcasm or grumpy wolf grunts.
But all I manage is:
"...you egged your school?"
His head jerks up, eyes wide.
"That's the part you picked?!"
I smirk and nudge his head lightly with my chin.
"Hey, it's impressive. You know how hard it is to get vampire wine drunk and still have aim good enough to vandalize school property?"
He giggles into my arm-and yeah, okay. That sound? That smile?
It makes the rest of the night worth it.
Even the part where I got emotionally blackmailed by a teddy bear addict into cake warfare.
Dominic's POV (continued):
Well, I don't know what to say anymore, so I just sit there quietly, resting my chin on his head while he koala-hugs my arm.
...Are my biceps this comforting?
I should turn this shape into a pillow and start a merch line. Boom. Rich in six months.
Anyway-I break the silence.
"Okay, so no more funeral birthdays from now on. I got you. We're planning something big next year."
He blinks up at me, surprised. "You won't kick me out by next year?"
I choke on my own saliva. "What the fuck?! I mean-no! Why would I? We're friends now."
He narrows his eyes suspiciously. "Friends? I thought you hated me."
Shit. What do I even say to that?
"Ugh. Yeah. I hate you. But I care for you too, okay? So we can be like... love-hate best friends. Not the girly besties. Real dude best friends. Got it?"
And then-glitter explosion.
He hops into my lap and hugs the hell out of me, sobbing like I just gave him a puppy made of starlight.
"Puppers!! You really don't hate me?! Thank you!!! This is the best birthday news ever!!"
And now he's pressing a million cold, damp kisses to my chest.
Yup. I'm used to this now. It's whatever. Totally normal vampire behavior. Definitely not emotionally overwhelming at all.
Let's skip this part.
"Agh-fine! You're super happy, great. Now get off me. It's nearly 10 PM and we're in the middle of the street. People are gonna get weird ideas."
I wrestle him off, and he finally slides down.
But then he tilts his head. "Puppers, can I ask something?"
I sigh. "Go on."
"So... why did you follow me here? Were you stalking me?"
He smirks.
Shit. He caught me. I mean he is not totally wrong. But I am nit going to confess.
"...What? No! I thought you were going into your evil monster arc and gonna hunt some humans or something."
He pouts. "That's so offensive, Puppers."
"Yeah, well. It is what it is."
And he lays on my lap again. I don't stop him.
Ten minutes pass. I check my phone. It's already 10.
"Hey Vamp! Dude, wake up-it's late!"
He's out cold. Dead asleep. Not even a twitch.
And honestly, I don't blame him. It's been a long-ass day-even for a glitter-drenched chaos vampire.
But we can't stay here. We're still covered in cake. Ants are gonna throw a party on us.
I sigh.
"Guess I have to carry you home, dolt!"
I boop his nose. He twitches.
He's just... a baby, hehe .
And somehow, being with him like this, I feel more human. Like I'm softening. Like I wouldn't mind this chaos around forever. He is making me ...me human again I guess like I feel less broody and cold around him, like I would punch a guy's nose but will never pinch a sleeping twinks nose! But I did, yeah whatever.
Anyway-I sling him over my shoulder like a sleepy or dead deer.
Head flopping. Arms dangling. Legs swinging.
This is fine.
We reach home. I kick the door open, toss him gently onto the couch.
Then it's shower time.
I strip us both down. Don't look at me like that-he's asleep, and I've seen it all already will nursing him, okay? Not weird. Not sus. Shut up.
I scrub the icing and frosting off both of us. Glitter is embedded into every pore of his skin like it's a birthmark.
He doesn't even wake up. The little bastard.
He looks... kinda good like this never really noticed. Nope. Nope nope nope. Punching myself. Not thinking that.
Why do I even think that, he is a guy, wait I am having the weird feeling down my waist. Nope, Nope, Nope, not happening! I need to get the things fast!
Moving on. I dragged him out of the bathroom.
I dress him. Toss him back onto the couch. Tuck him in with a blanket.
"Alright. Goodnight, Vamps."
As if he heard me, he lets out the softest sigh in his sleep.
I head to my room. Flop naked on the bed.
Boom. Passed out.
(And yes, I jerked off before that. And no, it wasn't to him I am not Batsexual. Definitely not. It was a hot chick. With huge... Anyway. Shut up.)
Author's note:
This chapter means a lot to me. It's came from a real place in my heart. If you've ever had a lonely birthday or felt like you didn't matter much to anyone I feel it, I never had a proper bithday, no friends and sometime all alone and sometimes fights-this one's for you. You do matter. Even if your cake gets smashed and you're covered in icing, you matter.
Thanks for sticking with Lean, Dom, and all their chaos.
~ E.N. šš§šŗš¦š