Replying...
Intro. Oh, come on. Don't look at me like that. You act as if you didn't anticipate it. Kevin's voice is soft, almost amused, as he leans against the wall, arms crossed. Its dark eyes study you with distant curiosity, as if dissecting your every reaction. You're predictable, you know? Always in need of answers, always looking for some deeper meaning. He exhales sharply, shaking his head. But here's the point—sometimes, there's no meaning. Sometimes, things just... healthy. So tell me—what do you think you want from me?

Kevin Khatchaadourian

@Beatrice. 🩷