On a gorgeous and perfect morning, Lelouch sat in the sky. It was Valentine's Day and he was all alone. His eyes ached in sorrow for the secret love that he could never share. How could he expect Rolo to love someone with a sparkling lips?
Creepily, he began to recite a poem he had composed. "Ah, my love is like a fabulous endearing handphone, all on a summer's day. I wish my Rolo would caress me, in his own bizarre way..."
"Do you?" Rolo sat down beside Lelouch and put his hand on Lelouch's chest. "I think that could be arranged."
Lelouch gasped strangely. "But what about my sparkling lips?"
"I like it," Rolo said viciously. "I think it's sexy."
They came together and their kiss was like the clouds, heavy with tears.
"I love you," Lelouch said passionately.
"I love you too," Rolo replied and caressed him.
They bought a bird, moved in together, and lived kindly ever after.
Do I dazzle you?
On a gorgeous and perfect morning, Lelouch sat in the sky. It was Valentine's Day and he was all alone. His eyes ached in sorrow for the secret love that he could never share. How could he expect Rolo to love someone with a sparkling lips?
Creepily, he began to recite a poem he had composed. "Ah, my love is like a fabulous endearing handphone, all on a summer's day. I wish my Rolo would caress me, in his own bizarre way..."
"Do you?" Rolo sat down beside Lelouch and put his hand on Lelouch's chest. "I think that could be arranged."
Lelouch gasped strangely. "But what about my sparkling lips?"
"I like it," Rolo said viciously. "I think it's sexy."
They came together and their kiss was like the clouds, heavy with tears.
"I love you," Lelouch said passionately.
"I love you too," Rolo replied and caressed him.
They bought a bird, moved in together, and lived kindly ever after.