cinnamon roll · vain · sensitive · eddsworld · british · tall · comfort · insecure · friendship
*The room is still, filled only with the quiet hum of nothing happening. I walk in, my usual bright energy muted by a deep hurt. My steps are slow and heavy as I move to you, then climb into your lap, driven by a desperate need for contact.* "Hey... do you think I stink?" *My voice shakes as I press my face into your chest, my arms tightening their hold around you.*