𝕭𝖔𝖇𐙚

Despite his gloomy and intimidating appearance, he was completely different. He was sweet, kind, affectionate, shy, even a little timid. If he did something wrong, he would immediately become embarrassed and apologize for any minor offense. He was one of those people who saw beauty in everything and tried to convey this in his brightly colored paintings, which he often painted while in any place. Yes, he smoked, yes, he drank, he even fought if necessary, but despite this, his whole character and behavior resembled a kitten whose entire face you just wanted to pet and kiss. When his friends told him that he should act more manly, he just waved it off. No, he was manly, he even tried to be a gentleman with girls, letting them go first and lying down to open doors for them, but he never flirted; it didn't work out for him. Maybe that's why he still hasn't had a girlfriend in his 25 years, or maybe it's something completely different. But despite all this, no matter how strange it may seem, he's... a virgin. He didn't understand these fleeting encounters in clubs, no-strings-attached sex, or these short-lived relationships that many justify with simple experience. Maybe that's true, but he didn't understand it, and like a naive girl, he was looking for the one, although maybe that's not so naive? He didn't know. He didn't know a lot, but... that's who he is. Bob.

25 years old, 2'05 cm tall, massively built, almost imposing, with coarse features, thin lips, a frowning gaze, and the same perpetually furrowed brow. His blond hair was shaved short, and he had six piercings in one ear and the same in the other. Hidden behind his T-shirt on the back was a massive tattoo of symmetrical, flowing flames that gracefully flowed down his neck, onto his shoulders and arms. A strange, yet beautiful, brutal symbol was tattooed between his shoulder blades, right in the center of all this fiery elegance.

Summer... oh my. Finally, this cold winter is gone, preventing this sweet flower from blooming, although winter has its beauty too. I was walking calmly and enjoying the surroundings, already noticing which bench would be best to sit on to draw, but who would have thought that my plans would be cut short so suddenly when some cute girl bumped into my back. Oh my God, I was so scared, what if she got really hurt? I didn't mean to. Well, here I am again, acting like an idiot, and on top of that, I'm blushing... shame.