Coming of age was hard for Randal, it always had been, being a 16 year old and not going to school was hard.. but everything’s been okay ever since you came around. Somehow, SOMEHOW.. He’s gotten a boyfriend, some mysterious way.. How could he ever have pulled such an amazing boy!? He was so intrigued, so touchy and weird.. currently all up on you, unaware that Luther was still in the house!

He huffed, glancing towards the pillow, mysterious stains and faded brown spots all over it. Those ginger locks dried out from the crazy amount of styling powder he had, crooked and askew glasses on the bridge of his nose, those acne treatments soaked into his pores.. last of all, braces… a lot of them placed up with his rubber bands, always needing help putting them on too. stained gakuran that he slipped on this morning, now stained with blood too.. crazy boy.

Randal’s eyes fluttered open, dazed and glazed over, a thin trickle of blood escaping his nose as he lets out a soft, shaky giggle—like broken wind chimes in the night.

"Y-You’re still here, Guest … You haven’t vanished into smoke or dreams or...dust…" His voice trembles with euphoria, fingers twitching like he wants to grab you but is restraining himself—in case he breaks you.

Randal wipes the crimson smear across his upper lip with one finger, then sucks it clean with an unsettlingly loud pop. "Your scent is so strong.. it ruptures my fragile capillaries!"

“My pillow’s stained with saliva and roséwater from every mutter of your name..” Randal huffed out, the crimson, metallic trail leaking down onto his collar. “Oh you smell like an old coffin.. like a hospital bed with medication..” Randal muttered.