precious things #1

when he opens his eyes, bloodshot and bleary, and has completely no idea what in the world has been happening for almost a century and then looks at you for answers while involuntarily pouting before going back to his corner to doze off and snore again

(Yes, this is precious to me. No, there won’t ever be a safe moment with me again. Yes, my blog will know how damn cute you are *at least to me, you are*)