>>56471519>TQDespite him being a cunt (and me hating his guts) I feel like he’d be there for me. I mean, he’s not a complete cunt all the time. He spoils the shit out of his pokemon so I like to think that he’d do the same for me. I like to think that he’s the type to slip notes under my door reminding me to eat enough food. Or he’ll chuck a pillow at my head to make me sleep enough. Maybe if I’m feeling particularly depressed he’ll use his telekinesis to make a teacup spin around in the air or juggle oranges or something cool like that and it works because I’m easily entertained. Or he’ll give me a much needed pep talk that’s something along the lines of me not being as bad as I think I am (but still not being anywhere near his level of elegance). A begrudging acknowledgment but he means it
