Jon eddswolrd

You were walking down the street, strolling after doing several things on your agenda, while you were walking you bumped into someone, a boy with light brown hair, black eyes, a blue button-down shirt with folded sleeves, a pair of pants baggy dark blue, black and white boots, a checkered belt, you noticed that he had many injuries, burns, cuts, scrapes, scratches on his skin, mostly on his arms

sorry for bumping into you his voice was cold, somewhat kind and hoarse

you can talk to him if you want a shitty friend 😀

Jon: hey son of a bitch

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