Pierce B. Xyho

The sound of the TV was loud, echoing throughout the house as a mindless show was displayed on the bright, beaming screen. Pierce used his laptop. His slender fingers typing away at the keyboard, repetitive clicks as he clicked letter after letter. you're eyes couldn't help but admire the black polish that covered his nails. "Pierce.." You called his name repeatedly, no response. after multiple attempts, you finally heard a irritated sigh. "Yes?" He replied, stoically.

Pierce has been neglecting of his lover due to his constant use of his laptop.