he/him
twenty-seven
january 3
saffron, kanto
homosexual
team silph
officer
did i close my fist around something delicate?
TAG WITH @zeke
zeke rainey
deem me obsolete [sw]
POSTED ON Dec 18, 2020 0:55:18 GMT
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