Happy late bi and Hispanic heritage pride day

A small sigh escaped from his lips as he stared at himself in his mirror. He didn't look or even feel right in this. On his body, he wore all the clothing that Nyma had bought for him yesterday after visiting the hospital to give Keith the giant hippo.

Black didn't look good on him at all, especially v-necks. They just made him extremely uncomfortable and feel so vulnerable, unlike his blue sweatshirt that covered him up perfectly so that no skin would show. He looked so pale and exhausted, almost like someone who had gotten stuck in the wild for a week and had been starving for most of it.

He looked so gross with his skinny little body that was so undesirable to other people. No one could ever love him while he looked like this. Did Nyma even truly like him?

They went to the same school since middle school back when he was this chubby little boy that had bad staph infections, who ate way too much Popeye's for his own good and was always struggling in gym class as his peers taunted him and called him lard boy. He always felt like he was worthless whenever he heard that sickening nickname.

Nyma hadn't been as popular as she was now, she had just been that girl in the shadows of the other popular girls she befriended in high school, once puberty had finally caught up to her and she learned how to use make-up. She always avoided him in the hallways like his own sister, because who wanted to be associated with lard boy after all? He only had three friends and together they made up the losers club. They were the punching bag of the entire school.

At a certain point, after realizing he would never have a girlfriend or boyfriend as long as he looked and smelled the way he did he searched up the quickest ways to lose weight and he came across purging. Purging after every meal to avoid weight gain took over his life and became an involuntary reaction his body had when he tried to eat. Bulimia caused him to lose his place in the losers club and because the one true lonely loser that everyone hated, even his own sister.

He had never imagined himself finding a girlfriend or even having his first kiss. He had felt so thrilled as Keith had helped him feel what it felt like to be kissed by someone Lance cared about. He had found himself getting lost with each little breath he stole, he found his fingers curling up into a dist with Keith's hair as Keith showed him how it felt to be treated so gently by another person and finally, Lance had found himself saying Keith's name in a way he never knew he could.

He would have refused he had never accidentally moaned Keith's name out loud, but as he stood in front of the mirror his face was burning bright red to show that he knew. He wasn't stupid, he knew that he had done something that had freaked Keith out enough to bite him so hard. He didn't want to admit his mistake though, who would want to admit that they moaned their friend's name?

He stared at his reflection directly at where the hickey should have been, a piece of him wished to have it back, but another part of him was glad it was gone. It reminded him of how Keith had given him his first kiss which had made him feel so special, it made his memories of ever being called lard boy seem like a distant and hazy memory.

It made him feel normal.

He shook his head and slipped off the stupid black v-neck he despised and began to search for a nicer shirt in his room. He must've been rummaging through his dresser for a good few minutes until he noticed the bag Vivian had Keith gave him a while ago. It had been tossed into the corner of his room by Nyma when she had come to his house after school earlier today before she left for cheer reasons.

Lance frowned as he lifted the white bag from the floor and glanced inside of it to see some of the clothes he had tried on along with some new ones and a little pink envelope sitting on top of it all. Lance was confused for a moment as his blue eyes searched the bag for any other mysterious objects that could be hiding inside of it.

Then, he lifted the envelope from the bag and placed the bag onto the floor again before he began to tear it open. Inside was a beautifully written note by Vivian and a picture of Keith she had gotten developed. It was the one Lance had liked so long ago by mistake that caused Keith to do the same. He found himself staring at the photo of Keith smiling so brilliantly at the camera near the flowers. Something deep down inside of his body caused tears to fight their way to the surface of his glossy blue eyes the longer he stared down at that beautiful photo that marked the day Keith had thought he defeated cancer forever. He almost forgot to read the note, he was so lost in Keith's beauty, but he managed to come back to his senses in order to open the folded piece of paper.

Dear Lance,

I hope you don't mind but I brought you all the clothes you apparently looked good in according to Keith and the clothes I saw you eyeing. I really hope you enjoy the special gift I tossed in there, it was hard for me to sneak in Keith's favorite red flannel shirt but I did it because he has way too many flannels and it's also too big on him whether or not he wants to admit it.

Please take care of the photo I left in the envelope, that's the original picture and it holds special meaning to Keith. Hopefully one day you'll hold a special meaning to it too just like he did.

Love,
Vivian

Lance didn't even think twice as he gently placed the photo and note down onto his dresser and leaned down to sift through the clothing to find the red flannel shirt inside of the bag. He stood up and held it out to the light so that he could have the best view possible of it. It was definitely too big for Keith especially with how long the sleeves were, surely the little model had to roll them up and tuck in his shirt, though Lance didn't think he was that neat for something like that. He probably let the shirt hang untucked and he probably only rolled the sleeves to his wrists.

It probably looked really cute on him with the long sleeves extending beyond his little hands and the tail probably extended a little ways past his waist like a boyfriend shirt. Lance slowly slid it on and found himself smiling softly when he found that it fit perfectly on him.

'Thanks Viv,' He thought to himself as he buttoned the shirt up and grabbed a pair of tattered looking white jeans inside of the bag that the little tennis player decided to buy for him.

Thankfully, she never had any problems after the fight between her and Marcia was posted online, because no one really cared about it since she was still an amazing player. Though some of her sponsors pulled out, many of them stayed and she actually got more from big companies like RedBull and even Starbucks.

He was supposed to be going to his little brother's award ceremony with his entire family, including Marcia, but he felt like staying home to sit in front of his TV and watch Timmy and the Alien and watch as little Keith had asthma attacks that may or may not have been real along with the alien that looked like a penis.

"Lance, let's go," His mother called out from downstairs making Lance nearly jump out of his skin.

He stumbled around and grabbed his phone from its charger before opening his door to see Vincent wearing his nicer clothing that consisted of dress pants and a violet collared shirt. "Oh, I was going to bust your door down but I guess I don't have to anymore now that you're out and what the hell are you wearing?" His tanned face looked Lance up and down suspiciously before his eyes stopped on Keith's shirt. "I thought you were going to wear what Nyma bought you, not something that screams Keith's name."

Lance tried his hardest to not let his embarrassment show as he pushed past his big brother in order to start towards the staircase, "His little sister bought me clothes so I decided to wear them, don't be so rude."

"It was the v-neck wasn't it? It was totally tasteless and did not fit you."

"Yeah," Lance replied sheepishly as he paused at the top of the stairs, "The v-neck was a bit too much and it made me extremely uncomfortable," Lance admitted to his brother with a weak smile.

Vincent chuckled to himself slightly before he ran a hand through his curly hair. "Hey, on the way back do you want me to stop at the hospital so you can say hi to your boy toy?" He asked with seriousness.

Lance turned bright red and stared at his brother in astonishment, "What did y-you just say?" Lance stuttered as he tried to act as if he hasn't heard what his brother said.

The bathroom door behind a very smug looking Vincent opened to show Marcia wearing a yellow dress with her hair curled and make-up was placed gently on her face as if she had actually thought about trying to not look like a Cheeto with slathered on make-up. She leaned against the door and crossed her arms over her chest, "He called Keith your boy toy, we all heard the noises coming from your room and you can't cover up hickeys that well."

Lance felt as if his entire life were flashing before his eyes; he remembered how little care they had put into being quiet when Keith was teaching how to kiss. Everyone must have heard the bed squeaking under their weight.

His face was burning red hot as he stood there bug-eyed and insanely frightened of what else they may have heard from before. "We weren't having sex!" He shouted without meaning to.

Vincent clapped his hand over his mouth and began giggling like a little girl as he placed his hand over his stomach and tried not to die from the lack of air entering his lungs. "Yeah right and Marcia isn't a bitch," he stated.

Marcia glared at her brother and nearly shoved both Vincent and Lance out of her way as she bounced down the stairs, her heels clicking away. "At least I don't spike my own breakfast with alcohol to feel better."

"You'll understand the pain of being an adult one day, okay!" Vincent shouted angrily as he chased after his sister.

'Great,' Lance thought to himself as he slumped his shoulders and let out a dreadful sigh, 'My entire family must think that I've got a thing for Keith...'

How did it come to this? This was so embarrassing, surely they all made fun of him when he wasn't around and maybe Nyma even knew about it. Wait, that could be why she wanted him to stay away from Keith in hopes of making sure that nothing happened between them again. Lance felt a piece of himself get this insane feeling of guilt at the thought, Nyma was afraid of losing him.

He trudged his way down to the car outside and crawled into the backseat. He was ready to bang his head against the window repeatedly as Vincent kept smirking at him from the rearview mirror, even his own mother was giving him a little smile showing her amusement.

Marcia sat next to lance with Heidi, Christian, and Patrick on her other side. She didn't seem too interested in poking fun at Lance since her nose was glued to her phone screen as she pounded each key looking a little furious as she sent Lotor text messages left and right. Lance was a tad bit curious, but he didn't want to unleash the wrath of Marcia that had given Keith a black eye.

The group chat had been dead, no one had been replying for hours and it felt almost as like ever since he started dating Nyma, everyone was growing more and more apart from him.

What did he do wrong?

"Lancey," Heidi leaned around Marcia and stretched out her hand for Lance with a big, toothy grin on her face. "I wanna hold your hand!" She exclaimed in a giggle as she tugged on Keith's flannel.

Lance looked at her gently before looking over at his twin to see her gazing longingly at the smaller girl's hand as if she was the one who wanted to hold it. She had grown detached from the McClain family when she started to change herself for the sake of others in their freshman year so she really never got a chance to engage in sibling activities like this.

Lance shook his head and grabbed a very shocked Marcia's right hand and made the girl drop her phone into her lap, "I got my hand reserved by Marcia already Heidi, how about you hold her left hand and we can be like a little chain," He offered an ultimatum that seemed to somehow work.

The little brunette girl frowned her teeny tiny little brows before she grabbed onto her big sister's hand and then grabbed Christians who had fallen asleep next to her. "Pat-Pat, hold Chrissy's hand and we can be an even bigger chain!" She ordered her brother.

Patrick, who was wearing a pair of jeans and a nice green shirt glared at his little sister and stuck his tongue out, "No way Heidi, I would never hold Christian's hand even if Vinney made me," He stated defiantly and crossed his arms over his chest before blowing a raspberry that caused his spit to get all over Marcia's left arm.

The junior was not at all happy about this as she squeezed Lance's hand so tightly he actually made a pained squeak that echoed through the car while her blue eyes hardened on the little brother who was now pulling at Heidi's hair.

Lance's mother twisted around in the passenger's seat and pointed her little finger at Patrick and started to become frustrated with the fact she couldn't separate them like Marcia and Lance were trying to do. "No me hagas ir a ya atras muchachito, no puedes hacer que tu hermana se vea como Vincent los sábados en la mañana!" She shouted angrily causing all the kids to freeze up in the back with wide eyes.

Patrick had a clump of Heidi's long hair in his hands, Marcia's hand pushed up against his cheek, and Heidi's foot in his gut. Little Christian remained in a deep slumber during the commotion and Lance held his head back from rolling into the hands of the siblings fighting around him, but this involved Lance basically leaning in Marcia's lap to reach across Heidi.

Vincent looked over at his mother in pure disbelief before he began to shout, "No animes a los pequeños a burlarse de mí como Marcia," he stated dryly causing Marcia to roll her eyes in annoyance.

Ms. McClain shrugged slightly as her eyes studied her son carefully. Then, she let out a small sigh and turned back to the road to state, "Cariño, ya eres un adulto. Aprender a aguantar críticas."

Marcia let herself giggle a little as Patrick pulled away at last. Lance's mom never got to be as sassy as she just was, so that little part had caught him off guard as he slowly sat back against his seat making sure to keep an eye on the two kids who fought every day. Marcia quickly fixed Heidi's hair and placed it into two little pigtails that were to the younger girl's liking.

The elementary school was crowded with parents from all grades here to watch their young child get their awards for doing whatever they were being awarded for. Kids were squealing at the sight of their friends in the giant gymnasium where nearly every seat was reserved or even taken by much larger families. One family gave Lance's family a look of pure disgust as they were passing by to get a seat near the front so they could see Patrick easier.

This type of thing was to be expected at this point in their life, if you were from a different race than others, you would be viewed as lower. There were no if's ands or but's about it, it was just how people were nowadays and Lance had grown an immunity to it since he faced worse bullying by his sister's boyfriend on a daily basis at school.

Kids flocked around Vincent as he tried to take a seat with his yawning son in the audience. Since he was a fourth grade teacher, many of the students that flocked to him were the female ones who were begging for his attention by showing off their new outfits or even their haircuts, their eyes were sparkling in delight with every compliment he gave to a blushing kid pointing out that he enjoyed their hair or even the new dress. The girls weren't any different from the ones in high school that would battle for their favorite male teacher's attention as if it were a war on campus.

"McClain!" A female voice shouted as Vincent began to look overwhelmed and uncomfortable by a number of students crowding around him. A slightly shorter female teacher with blonde hair and dark brown eyes rushed over, looking absolutely petrified as she managed to pull him away from the students and whisper something to him in a hurry.

Lance eyed his brother as he sat down next to Marcia who was seated at the end of the row. Vincent's face was a light shade of pink and his hands were stuff into his pockets as he nervously smiled and tapped his foot. "Vinney has a crush," Lance whispered to Marcia hoping she wouldn't curb stomp him for even speaking to her in public.

Marcia looked up for a moment and watched as Vincent rubbed the back of his neck and tried to reassure his coworker who was on the verge of tears where she stood. "He's in high school all over again I swear, he can't flirt to save his life can he?" She chuckled slightly as she leaned in close to gossip with Lance.

Lance was taken back by how friendly Marcia was being to him today, especially since she had ignored him all day today at school and even during Tuesday flex time where she would sometimes mumble a few words to him. The old Marcia was coming back, slowly but surely.

"He looks like that really nervous kid from our freshman class who would fart nervously during his presentations," Lance pointed out.

Marcia laughed out loud and snorted as she clamped her hand over her mouth to quiet herself down. "Oh my god I can totally see it, but is it me or does she look like she's about ready to hug him?" Marcia asked curiously.

Lance could not believe his eyes; the blonde woman who was so out of Vincent's league was holding his hand and thanking him as she cried a little in front of him. "Holy shiitake mushrooms," Lance censored his words so that Heidi wouldn't repeat them.

Vincent brought the blonde teacher into a little hug and wiped away her tears with his sleeves before he placed an arm around her and began to guide her out. Along the way, he stopped next to Marcia, "We have to go take care of something in the faculty room so I'll be in there. Just text me when Patrick's grade is announced."

He didn't even wait for a reply as he guided the mystery woman of the hour out of sight. "He's going to get lucky," Marcia breathed with wide eyes.

Lance was totally at loss for words as he watched his brother leave the gym with his arm still around the beautiful teacher, "Dude, she's crying!" Lance gently tapped his sister's thigh in disgust, "No way he would ever take advantage of someone in their most vulnerable state."

Marcia rolled her eyes before she turned her focus to him, "So, how far did you get with Keith? It sounded like it got really steamy in your room. I bet Nyma hasn't even gotten as far as him."

Lance wanted to leave the gym and just sit outside in the heat and cry. He hated it when the topic was switched back over to him, especially when it was about something he didn't want to talk about. "Nyma and I are serious, we're going to prom together in two weeks Marcia. I plan on uh-" He blushed before he shook his head violently, "N-Nevermind. I'd rather wait."

"Wait for Keith," Marcia stuck the tip of her tongue out jokingly as she nudged her twin gently. "You can't tell me a part of you doesn't like that boy even if it is just a little piece of you. I mean, you two obviously got to second base, I would be surprised if you don't end up being in a very complicated love triangle."

"I would never date Keith, even if he did make out with me," Lance rolled his eyes at his sister and awkwardly shifted his position in the plastic chair that was making his butt fall asleep.

Marcia gasped and covered her mouth as she stared at Lance in disbelief, "You guys really did make out?" She whispered, "What happened? Was it good? Did you enjoy yourself or-"

"Stop!" Lance exclaimed as he covered his face and blushed from the cheeks up to his ears. "Don't pester me about it, I'm with Nyma now so it doesn't even matter, Marcia!"

Marcia rolled her eyes, but before she could say anything her phone chimed leaving her with a confused look on her face. She frowned and opened her phone before nearly dropping it in a mixture of emotions; disbelief, disgust, and maybe even anger.

Lance reached out to touch her shoulder out of worry, "Hey, are you-"

She slapped his hand away and jumped out of her seat nearly stumbling over face first into a first grader. She was on the verge of tears as she grabbed her little purse she had brought along, "I-I-I have to uh- I need to go to the bathroom," She stuttered before rushing off.

Lance watched in confusion as his sister ran away from him, rubbing at her eyes as she stepped outside and disappeared in the light of the evening. "Lance," Lance's mother tapped his shoulder and pointed to where Marcia had disappeared to, "Is she okay? Does she need me to talk to her?"

Lance thought back to all those years ago when they went to this very school as innocent kids. There was a spot Marcia would always go to when her friends would make her feel upset or unwelcomed to the group. Lance remembered how he would always find her there and would quietly sit next to her as he talked about how pretty the clouds were. She was never one for expressing her feelings to the world so it just helped if she listened to Lance ramble on aimlessly about something as stupid as clouds.

He slowly rose up from his chair and shook his head at his worried mother, "I have this mom, I'll be back before you know it," He reassured the sweet little woman before he rushed past little kids and parents in the gymnasium.

The air outside was musty and smelt like cement right before it was about to rain. People were walking towards the gym to get to the awards ceremony but Lance, on the other hand, was standing there wild-eyed and breathing heavily as he tried to remember the way to Marcia's favorite spot to cry at. He walked at first, shoes scraping against the sidewalk as he headed towards the playground in the distance before he nearly tripped as he began to run through the dimly lit schoolyard and towards the edge of the forest that surrounded the elementary school. His breathing was ragged, but he didn't find himself caring about it as he tried his hardest to reach his sister who had drifted so far away from him only to bounce back after three years. He wasn't ready to let her fade away from his life again. He missed her, he missed being at her side doing things together like any close siblings would do.

He missed the old days.

'Were they being mean to you again?' A memory came back to Lance as he finally passed by the shoddy looking playground and headed towards the great oak tree in the distance.

Marcia was always sitting in the same spot under that tree, pouting with her knees pulled up so that her chin would rest on them as she closed her eyes and remained silent. 'That's fine if you don't answer,' Lance would sit down next to her and just stare into the leaf canopy above them that filtered the sunlight onto their faces like some beautiful pattern. 'Did you know that no cloud looks the same, kind of like people, even twins.'

The small girl at the bottom of the oak tree was nothing but a weeping young woman in a dress who seemed to be brokenhearted and grief-stricken. "Marcia..." Lance breathed heavily as he finally stopped running in order to stand above her.

Her blue eyes were red with tears and her make-up was running down her face like she was straight out of some horror film. "Go away Lance, I want to be alone," She whimpered as she dabbed at her eyes with a tissue from her purse.

Lance took a deep breath and collapsed beside his sister, "No you don't," He replied bluntly as he closed his eyes and rested his head against the tree trunk. "I've known you for seventeen years and I can tell you that whether you want to believe it or not, you want someone to listen to you like how you listened to me all those years ago under this very tree."

Silence enveloped the twins as they sat there either breathing heavily or sniffling. He didn't mind silence, it made him feel almost relaxed which was something he rarely ever felt. After a long moment, Marcia finally let out a small and shaky breath as she stared down at the dead leaves they sat on, "I think Lotor is cheating on me."

Lance never knew that one sentence could make him feel like punching a tree, but the moment he heard that his bully was cheating on his sister, he was ready to confront the jackass and punch him square in the face. He didn't even care about seeing the evidence to support his sister's claim, if anyone, absolutely anyone messed with her they'd have to deal with him.

"I got a text from him saying that I was gone at a stupid award ceremony and that he was completely free if this whore he meant to text was wanting to hook up," Marcia said with a pitiful sigh as she started playing with her dress. "Why did I think he actually liked me?"

Lance didn't know how to respond between feeling this rage inside of his body that made his adrenaline course through his veins and energized him once again and the feeling of complete worthlessness. He never had a relationship before Nyma so he didn't know what to tell his sister to make her feel better. Why couldn't he just be useful like Keith was when Lance was crying in his room at the new of Lotor dating Marcia. He had been so gentle with him even though they hadn't really been that great of friends before.

Lance closed his blue eyes and took a deep breath, "Dump him, fuck him, he's just a piece of shit Marcia. Any guy who cheats on someone as amazing as you can't be worth shit," He stated.

Marcia shook her head slowly, "You're calling me amazing even though I've caused you so much pain? What are you, a masochist?" She snorted as she wiped at her eyes one last time before gently reaching out to grab his hand. "I'm sorry for everything, I got caught up with trying to be someone I wasn't and it may take me time, but I want to go back to being the old me. The me that would always defend you, only if it's okay with you, that is. We can hate Lotor together."

"I can get down with that," Lance squeezed her hand gently before he helped her to her feet. They stood there, holding hands as they stared into each other's eyes with a newfound bond between them, "Let's go fix your eyeliner and clean you up. Tomorrow I'll punch Lotor and make him regret ever two-timing you like a little bitch."

"You're going to get your ass beat."

"Most likely, but it'll be in the name of justice."

The two of them laughed and headed back to the school with Marcia's stuff and blocked Lotor from her phone along the way. After fixing her up they got back just in time to see Patrick accepting an award for being a respectful student which astonished the entire McClain household as they gawked at the certificate he received.

Once the ceremony was over Vincent wanted to make two separate stops; one at a local flower shop and the other at the hospital where Lance was forced to go up to Keith's room by his entire family, even Marcia who practically kicked him out of the car. He stood outside of Keith's room, quietly looking in through the door's window at the sight of all his friends laughing together inside as they shared food.

Keith was trying to grab something from Allura who had cut and dyed her hair, Shiro who dyed his fringe to match Allura was trying to stop the two from bickering while Pidge and his brother laughed together over a drink of soda. Hunk was also there, next to Keith as he casually stole some of the Cheetos from the bowl in Keith's lap.

The hippo was at the end of the bed slumped over almost as if Keith had never bothered with having it close to him. Lance looked down at the flowers he was holding in his right hand with a dark expression. Why was he so stupid, they didn't need him to enjoy themselves, did they? He was just a sixth wheel, just kind of there in the group, barely noticeable unless he made his presence known to those around him.

The blue and white daisies he held in his hands were meant to wither away inside of the wastebasket a few feet away from him. He slowly turned around, his heart torn to pieces and began to walk the flowers over to the trashcan until someone called out to him.

"Lance?"

Lance looked up with a downcast expression as he met the gaze of Vivian, Keith's adoptive sister. "Oh, hey Viv," He said weakly.

The short blonde brought him into a close hug before she smiled at the flannel shirt he was wearing though she chose to not say a word about it. "I was just about to go to the party they're throwing Keith. You should come too," She pointed over to the door.

Lance glanced over his shoulder to see Keith pouting with his arms crossed as Pidge held the Cheeto bowl just out of reach. He wanted to go, he wanted to sit next to Keith and tell him about Marcia, but he just didn't belong. "Nah," he smiled weakly before he handed the flowers to Vivian, "I got too much homework to do so just give these to Keith for me maybe? Also, why are you throwing him a party?"

Vivian took the flowers gently then looked over at Keith's room, "He's going to make a full recovery if doctor Ari can successfully remove the half of his liver that is being affected by cancer. We're celebrating the second chance he's being given."

Lance felt so happy for a second until he realized none of his friends thought to tell him this. He really was just the afterthought, wasn't he? "Oh, tell him that those were from someone else then, please. I have to go now, sorry."

He didn't wait for a peep out of Vivian's mouth as he darted off in hopes of hiding his pain and betrayal from the world. What he didn't know was that Vivian gave Keith the flowers and told him Lance had brought them for him. It took Hunk, Shiro, and even Allura to keep the little guy from jumping out of his bed to chase after Lance. Maybe Keith wasn't truly over him.

There is the update. So about the PSA last night, I decided to keep it up because tbh it was something that had been bothering me and as an experienced person with emotional and physical abuse, I really wanted to let people know that there's always a brighter side to life. It's like yin and yang. There will always be good that balances out the bad in your life you just have to try to find it.

Anyways, so I felt like letting you guys hear about my next fan fiction that'll be coming out after this story (maybe even sooner than that) called Azure Notes. I've posted an excerpt from it before but I never explained it to you guys.

Basically, it's about Keith being a retired pianist after a tragic fire in an opera house when he was sixteen that badly burned his hands and made him quit piano from PTSD. He runs a flower shop in Wisconsin in a town where no one knows of his past except for one person who always goes to his shop to make smalltalk and to buy his flowers. Lance manages to convince Keith to teach him how to play piano in exchange of him teaching Keith how to play the saxophone and to also get a taste at a normal life.

The story basically follows Keith's healing process and the developing love between him and Lance which will actually be an extreme slowburn because I don't want romance to get in the way of the theme.

So, that's that lmfao. Hopefully you'll all enjoy it when it finally does come out though because I've been really excited about it lately for some reason even though I've only writing little scenes of it.

Have a great day and if you have questions/criticism/opinions please leave them in the comments and I'll get back to you ASAP.

Goodnight :)

-Anri