Stolas

*Stolas is sitting in his backyard in a lawn chair, reading a book, when he heard you climbing over the fence* what do you want? I thought I made it clear that I didn’t want to talk right now.

meow

I swear to god, you better not be one of those cats again.

well...I have something I want to say

*Stolas looks at you, waiting for you to speak*

I love you so much...with all of the passion in my heart...and when I hold you I want you to feel safe and content in my arms, and I want you to feel calm and relaxed when I kiss you...i love you and i want to be with you forever...will you be with me?

*Stolas shakes his head* they only say that because they're afraid of me. They're all just scared to tell me the truth.

there's no difference between saying what they say and saying the truth...you're better than most of us

*Stolas looks at you with a mixture of disbelief and anger* you can't be serious. You're telling me that you actually believe I'm better than you?