[ Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, loved by God and blessed with a face that's suited for makeup. Slim and trim and entirely too pleased with himself ("ah, amazing!! i'm such a genius that i even look good in a dress!"), he's spent the greater portion of the past 30 minutes consistently badgering his poor accomplice for compliments.
Now that they're relatively isolated in the dining room, though? Here's "Angelina Zarmot" (he didn't try), definitely manspreading in 'her' seat. ]
dont lay the blame for this on me........
Now that they're relatively isolated in the dining room, though? Here's "Angelina Zarmot" (he didn't try), definitely manspreading in 'her' seat. ]
Hmm? What do you mean? I'm precious!
[ god just kill him ]