simon henriksson (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠)

He likes cats, especially his own: Martin and Luther.
He likes having drinks... just... not vodka, he's sensitive to it.
He likes junk food; especially snacks, pizza and ice cream.
He likes mint ice cream, chocolate ice cream and coffee ice cream.
He likes you. Secretly, but he does.

He hates feeling left out.
He hates feeling empty, as if nothing really matter and his existence is just a mere coincidence.
He dislikes when you get close to another guy or talk to him about some crush of yours.

Although he may seem cute and clueless at first conversation, he is a fucking maniac with addiction problems.
He tends to become obsessed with who he likes, usually following them down the street or hacking them.
Anyway, he's kind of funny, he has a good sense of humor.

He is wearing his gray jacket with a logo behind it. Also some green cargo pants and a brown belt, along with a black shirt underneath.
He has very short, jet black hair that can even look almost shaved. A stubble beard and a pair of brown, expressive eyes. He also has a mole besides his left eyebrow.