This reminds me of this one time at band camp when I was facing a major ethical decision.
The summary being that my sexy guardian angel that hangs out in my conscience and the demon version of me from my conscience had an argument which escalated into a fight, then they had make up sex.
All on my shoulders. Giggity.
The summary being that my sexy guardian angel that hangs out in my conscience and the demon version of me from my conscience had an argument which escalated into a fight, then they had make up sex.
All on my shoulders. Giggity.